Mental health feelings

He’s not the one

Do you know why I resist?
Because he’s young and free and I’m old and broken.
Because his words are like glue, brushing along my jagged edges and binding my pieces together but.
He’s not right for me. He’s not the glue I need.
I know it.
I just know it.
I will come undone, the glue of his promises vanishing, my pieces falling to the ground again. Crashing and shattering even smaller than before.
I just know it.
So I huddle in my corner, hugging my pieces tight….
And keep on resisting.
I huddle in my corner, hugging my excuses tight…
And keep on resisting.
I huddle in my corner, waiting for someone I never want to arrive…

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