Because all it takes are a string of “some days” that she chooses to keep fighting, “some days” where she’s not defeated by discouragement, “some days” when she silences the voices in her head telling her that she wasn’t meant for this. Some days she feels comforted in the fact that someday, this will all feel okay.

AtlantisPeople would whisper about usAnd our fall from graceAs our world fell to ruinAnd our worst fears were realized,We’d be submerged and forgottenThe stuff of speculation.Legend at best,We were a lost city,Singing our siren balladsOf heartbreak and woeFrom the depths below,We were here!We were here.We were here…

You’ve been looking for someone else while losing yourself along the way.

I was missing you, but not for the person you were. I was missing you for the version of you I made up in my mind. I was missing the possibilities of what could have been. I was missing the potential I thought I saw in you. I was missing you for the glimpses I thought I saw of our future and for that hopes I had that I could be a girl worth changing for.

So many questionsbut nothing to say,in this current momentwe are still so farfrom the answers.

Like radars, restless and searching.

Sometimes,People just aren’t going to get itIt’s an ever-elusive concept, to be understoodAll you can hope forIs that you find someone that tries.Find someone that tries.

Autumn used to be our favorite, drinking spiced apple cider between caramel apple kisses. Flannels and new love flickering in candlelight. So, I hoped for a change in us in the fading summer. That we might remember the smells of the cider and the sweet sticky kisses. The warmth of our love, so vibrant and new. But as the seasons changed, I saw a change in us. And, I watched our love wither as the last leaves fell.

I was so afraid of what life would do to us…to our kind of love

Some people create. Some people critique.