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To the Girl Who Told Me to Follow My Heart


To the girl who told me to follow my heart…

 

To the girl who told me to follow my heart,

I never used to listen to you, even though I should have from the start

I followed my brain instead, constantly battling with myself, getting caught up in my head

 

I over thought, I continue to overthink

Never realizing just once that I was on the brink  

 

On the brink of a life threatening breakdown caused by the stress of me not wanting to let down, you and those closest to me

 

So I thought just maybe if I use my brain a little more, think a little harder,

I would then in turn become a little smarter

 

My heart told me to go and my brain told me to stop and then I was stuck.

Stuck between a yes and a no, a “right” and a “wrong”

 

Nowhere to go, nowhere to run… but you

You told me to follow my heart, but I was stubborn, I was scared

Never completely aware…

of how that one simple word of advice could change my life for the better...

Yet I still sit here and contemplate over even writing you this letter.

 

You have this phrase tattooed, imprinted in black cursive ink on your chest,

This is how I know that your heart and soul will never truly rest

 

Following my heart is all I have to do,

In order to get one step closer to you…

 

Why is it so difficult?

Why is this so hard?

Staring at my notebook with your phrase that I have stared

 

I am caught up in my head again…

The walls are closing in

My heart is beating faster now,

I can feel it through my skin

 

However, I realize what I have to do now

Your words are my key

Following my heart is the way to get back to the real me

 

Stop over thinking

Stop getting stuck

Listen to the beating of your own chest, remember to never give up

 

So, to the girl who told me to follow my heart…

That is what I am now willing to do

You have changed my life for the better with that single little phrase that you have tattooed  


 

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