26/F/Upstate New York Psychology~philosophy~writing~mindfulness~health~compassion~music
Starting to figure myself out
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he still writes about me he still thinks about me he claims indifference to my existence but he still loves me and i love the idea of him it's so sad for him, though because i love another's reality
I have unhealthy habits Maybe I'm an addict Ocassionally find peace on a mattress You preach that I'm an actress And I've really ******* had it If everyone think I'm a saint That's their prerogative I'm not trying to prove a ******* thing At least I'm not full of **** You put me on a pedestal That's your wrongdoing Not a single person's perfect And I am no exception But my mistakes come out as truths
I can’t wait until I’m an adult and have random nights where I go out with my husband to fancy parties and we take a cab and get all dressed up and dont know anyone at the party but get drunk together and have a blast and make fools of ourselves and almost get kicked out but everyone loves us anyway because they see how much we are in love and dont care what they think then we escape into a cab in the rain and rush home to sit on the kitchen floor at 3 am eating ice cream out of the carton drunk and laughing the whole time
when i told you my grandma was dying you weren't a shoulder to cry on you told me i can't be codependent you said i had to deal on my own or it'd get messy
you thought i'd cause more harm, create more issues i can't believe i ever ******* missed you
now when i think of you i just smoke a bogie this time is different im done like kobe
If I would take a bullet in the chest for you why do I refuse to talk about the future? We both quiver at the thought of forever, yet we hold so tightly to the idea of prolonged togetherness.