Tag: overthinking

Me Asking too Many Questions

Is anxiety really a thing? Is overthinking something we can control? How can we regulate panic attacks when our minds start going into over drive? Why is time a healer of all wounds when my heart seems like its bout to beat its last beat? Why does heart break hurt so bad when it’s not

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Broken Patience

Patiently, I waited for you. I refused to give up on you with all the tears that filled my eyes. I compromised and took you back knowing that change doesn’t happen overnight. Yet every time, my heart was broken and I cried over white lies the feeling of anxiety filled me over time. I allowed

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Foolishly Unnecessary

I let my anxiety create unnecessary insecurities. It’s crazy how I compromised because of your lies. I foolishly allowed myself to go blind of your actions cuz they were softly covered in beautiful satin sorries. The fact that I built up my tolerance on things that made me want to up and leave caused me

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Selfish Time

It’s wild how everything is on your time When I requested for you to let me be You became my number one stalker n couldn’t live without me Yet because of your actions, my heart was breaking and I starting reacting accordingly You couldn’t handle this, as no one can handle a broken someone that

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Reaction to Actions

I can love you through all your mishaps, your sorries and fuck ups. The moment my flaws started to show, it’s okay for you to walk away because you don’t like how you’re feeling? Makes me regrets staying thru your bullshit of I’m trying and I’ll do better. All to keep the cycle of actions

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Toxic yet Tolerant

🖤 A Brief Moment into my World 🖤 When is there ever a good time to leave someone we are intimate with because they just cant get with the program? We constantly ask ourselves this. Whelp, I can honestly say, for me. It’s when I realize I am starting to not be myself. In other

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Question for You

Listen to my heart crying of what it used to be. Hear me when I lightly say the memories are like water choking and drowning me. Try and understand that my heart is a sacred token that has been vandalized by persons that thought they knew how to carry such precious cargo. Thinking it was

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