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Hello! I am Bradlee. I use the pronouns He/him/His, I am nineteen and I love anything creative! I love to write songs, stories, and poetry. I love to sing and play guitar. And I also love to create art! Including; Upcycling clothes, Painting, Sketching, etc. I especially love pop art and street art styles.
I love to express myself and inspire others.
Wildfire
Jun 29, 2019 5 years agoHave you ever felt unwanted? Used? Unbelievably worthless? Have you ever been used and abused until you feel pressured to change who you are? That's what happened to the fragile boy called Bradlee… He was so desperate to be loved he stayed by the side of a human being who pushed him around like his feelings didn't mean a thing. He blamed himself for the words she told him. He constantly felt an agonizing stirring in his stomach the longer he stayed. Even after she left he hated himself with a passion from deep inside his chest and thought he could never be happy, he could never smile truthfully, he didn't deserve it… He went through lovers; all of them leaving him behind like a waste of their time. He gave up. He cried to his best friend, telling him that was it. No more love. Love doesn't exist. Love is a fake sense of hope and trust that uses all of us. We tell ourselves we're fine with being lied to and try to brush it off. We call it love and say it's all okay even when they are insulting us every day and treating us like pavement. He made the decision, he was done trying. Love wasn't for him. People only loved the sins he shared with them not the heart that was too fragile to even be held. He wouldn't let himself get attached. No more of that. No more daydreams and blushing in his soft cheeks. No more. That's what he told himself. He reminded himself each day that getting attached would only bring heartbreak and he couldn't afford another one... Then that beautiful day of June stood out in the dark… He saw the face of a gorgeous soul. This man his eyes met with was someone that he knew was going to mean something to him. This man was something special and he knew he had to do something. He kept his stone wall intact as he spoke to the angel of a human he saw. He asked him many questions and got a glimpse of who he was. Every day after was spent with long phone calls, messages filling his screen, and photos shared between them. Both of them knew something was beginning… There was a genuine spark between them that was the size of a wildfire. The moment that the angel of a man stepped foot on his creaking wooden home, he felt the deepest sense of hope. This man may be the most important and wonderfully beautiful thing that will ever happen to him. The rules were broken. No more chains on his chest. This was real. He was free. He found love.
