play on broken strings

I must tell you something:

You don’t know how good it feels to grasp that you are okay.
To actually know.

that time in London, and time after
hearing the song that used to break me, cloud my mind and punch my chest;

It’s been a long time healing
but I can sigh out and smile a knowing relief of okay.

Trust me, you’ll get there too boo.

Miss Mess



About iheartmess

A Middle Eastern Londoner 20-something living the 'western' life in between London and home.
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