The truth

I think I was always meant to tell stories,

I’m a writer ,

Words come to me like waves by the pier,

The same way the clouds tuck in the sun ever so effortlessly,

The one story I can’t seem to write so,

Is love,

But I’ve tried to a few times,

They were all short lived,

Painful,

Full of deception,

And full of unforeseen intentions,

But despite all that I want to choose to love people with all the best parts of me,

So here’s to not letting hurt people change your narrative

Life goes on