Love is a lie to me but they say God is love...
If Love is Blind
Then I love Hate...
Put my ghost to bed already.
It's half past two
are neither of us, young.
My ex stopped by the other day, and my not being near by for once kind of paid off. Because her visit seemed all too inclusive for me. Almost rude to her CURRENT to even mention our PAST. Like, really? Five years of silence and then suddenly a vocal hello? RIP ancient memory, I put you out of my buried mind about five years ago. Why didn't you do the same?
So yea, that was Monday hahaha.
I refuse to be snarky
to sit in a room and poke fun of others
to complain and complain to no end
I refuse to tear people down or roll my eyes at them. I just rather sit quietly and read my book. I want this space of mine to be calm and joyful.
I think I have outgrown myself
back to our first beginning
we were little more than f l i g h t l e s s birds then
so utterly humble
so infamously bleak
so lost in shambles
so unbearably weak
did you name me then
with paper and ink words
did you find joy sparking
in the solitude you heard
are we no longer secrets
sealed with the stamp of burdens
we call names
bringing each other up
from the depths of ourselves
that remain unfathomed
why do you recoil at a certain name
as if, when you you hear it, you've touched
an open f e
as if, when you say it,
it's the first you've experienced shame
If one fuels
If one fuels
The hardest thing by far is
lovingly letting go
I smile and I cry at same time
I am joyful and in sadness simultaneously
My eyes well up and I not sure why anymore
Jump with new courage
With them leap like you have wings
Fly as free as birds
I always used to wish I was a bird