here i sit
in the mirror
concave or convex
my reflection is perplexed
i am vexed
or hexed with abrupt beratement
to myself, clearer
more so in self statements
the shadows on the ground
they are harder than the pavement
i'm saving for my town
when this feeling calms down
but for now i;ll be found
in the seat
keeping one song on repeat
that is me
what am i supposed to be
i did not expect
to feel this way this long
one song
on repeat

love is not taking pride in puncturing one another
nor is it ignorance and infidelity
love is a thousand things;
but love is not this

what does it mean to be happy? at what point is your happiness fulfilled?
it is unpredictable and undefinable to distinguish everything that could possibly trigger joy.
and i think a lot of people are happy for the barest seconds of their lives,
which is why when you do feel happy and fulfilled, forget the future and remember the feeling
because it lasts only as long as it can.

adjust

it sounds simple,


does it not?

my dowry is in the palm of my hand
and you cannot see it
but hold it and feel its worth.