wings.

why do i need wings you ask?
it is to be free
free from myself
free from the hatred and wounds from the past
free from what ever that is holding me back
to be free from me
so that i can fly
and sore my wings to the sky
so i can run to the future
so that i won't be afraid
so that i can become what ever i want to
so that i will be free

.

 i can not help but cry every time i see your face.

 i cannot believe that this heart was so easily wounded. the scar you made is so big that no amount of trust or love could fix it. i could gather all the threads and needle and sew it back together, but it would never be the same. and i would bleed and bleed and bleed while i fix it but it would never be as painful as the stab you left there. and no, these tears they won't fall far you. i would never let them. not for you.