Nothing even matters

I am a brutally soft woman.

The girl who lost things
why is money always such a sensitive topic
researching ways to not let things get to me
whats mine is mine
I need to pray more
I need to hug my mind
and let my creativity pour up glasses
thirsting for the wrong love
every wrong is a lesson
truth be told,
I'm being tested from above
Ive got to cultivate my light
real recognize real
poetry since the morning
my love,
you inspired me.

I was not myself for weeks
yet nobody noticed.

There is a lot
but there are no options
I have never given up on myself
lovesick
heartless
heartbreak
I've lost my confidence
praying to god to hear me out
faith, conscious, love
all these self help books
are getting repetitive

Temporary feelings will remain dead
I am not here to amuse your childish plays
Ive been through so many roller coasters
i can finally say, I've been flying away
when i am writing
my head is poetically in outer space
My fingertips connect with my emotions
and they spit out comical threats
this isn't an allusion
its actually honesty
whatever you decide to gain from it
thats your destiny
NOT MY HEART NOT MY PROBLEM
Take care of you.