“Someone once told me the definition of Hell: The last day you have on earth, the person you became will meet the person you could have become.” - Dan Sullivan
just remembered I wrote another poem earlier bc I was bored- it’s not very good, but here it is, it’s called Sacrifical Lamb, and I should probably tweak some things about it and change some wordings, and I’m not sure if the ideas I’m trying to portray come across very well, but
BWut love doesn't leave at the first sign of distance. Real love doesn't run away when things are difficult, or messy, or even terrifying.e hold on to the things we love, and sometimes, we smother them, because we are afraid if we loosen our grip, we lose.