Here is my regular FridayPhrases post. Check the link for information on this Tiwtter microfiction event.
This week’s theme: Save it.
Save it. Save your words of criticism, of negativity. I don’t want to hear them. Not one more syllable. Closed ears. Closed minds
She couldn’t be saved. There was nothing to save anymore. Her reflection told her that The voice agreed. Save it, she told it, I know.
Even if I can’t be who you want, can you still love me? Do I have to save it all up inside to look good in your eyes? Accept me, please.
I’m saving it for the day when I can breathe again, when I can walk in the world and give it my all. Saving the best of me.