When he kissed her lips. He tasted life. He knew that he wanted her for his wife. When he touched her. He felt like he was in heaven. And that she was the reason for his living.
“You’re not good enough” Is the one sentence you should Never tell yourself.
Hi. I’ve been struggling with this my whole life. It’s like I’ll never be able to convince myself. I feel like my poetry is at a decline. I feel as if nothing I write is good. I couldn’t tell you the amount of “drafts” & private poems I have on here just because I’m afraid. Afraid of ridicule. Afraid of hating myself more. Afraid of everything.
i flatter myself, thinking every word you ever wrote was inspired by me i know they weren't but i can't stop rereading and wondering hoping i'm not crying