why would you call it love when you knew it wasn't

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.