A dangerous you and a confused me met, what would the results be ? A match made from hell.
I waited for a "go, do it," but all that came was "boy, don't do it."
I waited for a "yeah, that's my boy," but all I heard was "shit, what you're doing is shit."
I kept waiting for their acceptance, until hope faded like the day into the darkness of the night.
And so, I accepted myself, invited myself, and cheered myself.
To say it right, the cake was baked by me, and eaten by me. Full stop.
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The heart goes cold.
The heart grows old.
The repetition of moments be it trembling or joyous.
The heart loses it all in the end.
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its all easy
when you just do it.
The Woman You Wanted Me to Be.
When I think back now,
I see how you abused me,
without pulling my hair,
without slamming my head against walls,
without forcing yourself on me.
But you broke me all the same.
You compared me to other women,
made me wear your favorite color
red when I hated it most
and
ordered me to paint my lips
for every walk i had
beside you.
Now that I remember,
I never lived freely with you.
It was exhausting,
it was toxic Fred.
THEY SAY THAT the weak have no right to say no but, who affirms that there yes is not a NO ?
i rarely re-read but always keep them at heart,the journey they take me to.
Looks like it’s kindle time again and a reread too.
Maybe the only lesson life has for us is love for what we were, for what we are, and for what waits, even as we slip into whatever comes after.
Mirrors lie, outlining shapes that mean nothing.
Mirrors horrify, penetrating into brains and forming unrealistic images.
Mirrors, they influence us into beings that burden us to be and after the energies put into the transformation
a deeper hole is drilled in us instead realizing that it needs not a mirror to clearly see our portraits leaving us as nothings and as people of no belonging.
@lifepath25