You aren’t alone. You have your crown.
Those who know what it’s like in the dark will do anything to stay in the light.
Not a god’s chosen, but a god’s cursed. That’s what we all are.
To stand in front of a person who is your whole world and be told you are not enough. You are not the choice. You are a shadow to the person who is your sun.
There are pieces of me, small pieces, still in love with a fiction.
Now I’m in a king’s cage. But so is he. My chains are Silent Stone. His is the crown.
Never doubt that you are valuable and powerful and deserving of every chance and opportunity in the world to pursue and achieve your own dreams.
My heart breaks for him; my heart hardens against him.
In what life can I trust anything out of your mouth ever again?
I’ve been broken too many times to break again.