LittleCloudNana

I'm used to my honesty being met with the fierce coldness that you experience on a winter night, Windy and dark, So cold that you can hardly stand it and no amount layers will protect you from the wind cutting right through you. So I began to cope in the best way I knew how, I became used to lying to protect myself. Like a warm blanket, Only made of glass, Fragile and beautiful, False warmth and security I used to protect myself from the fierce cold, How do I explain that without it sounding like another excuse? I want to take responsibility for the shattered glass and the cuts it's caused. No more brushing it under the rug, I want to face myself so I can face you.

Be strong, sweet girl, Because despite what they say, It wasn't because you're weak, Or naïve, Or even because you're demanding. Your power shines through with your decision to leave, Your wisdom is seen in your courage to love fully and truly, knowing it's worth the risk every time. And demanding is just what they call you when they can't hold themselves to the same standards they know you hold yourself to. They're just projecting, love. They can't face the fact that they are the ones who are weak, naïve, and demanding for thinking they could even touch a light like yours.