THOSE WHO SUFFER LOVE
I have a moment of panic-
He makes me think that I will never get anyone, ever. 'You're so slutty, but you can't get a man.' He would say this, though. I know this, and I know it to be true. He always spoke this way. It never meant anything. It never will.
Still I panic-
I want to cover my ears to everyone, shout, 'No, no, leave me alone, let me be, just let me be, I'm not finished cooking, I'm not done yet-'
Chance factors hugely in my life. It always did.
I wait.
I wait because I need to wait! I had to take a year and a half to heal, to become whole again! I needed the time. I had to do that. I had to.
Who do I even justify for?
My own panic-