I think you've become my friend.
You live inside my head, like a second me.
You play games, like you're my only company.
Filling me with self doubt, worthlessness and even leaving me empty like a hallow doll.
You do your job pretty well, existing in me with a strange mission to leave me with all this daily devastation.
You have a home here in me, my mind is a rental space, it's for you.
I know you're settled but you're an unwelcome house mate.
Pack your things and leave.

"You know, lesbians don't like girls who can't make up their mind and
people won't trust you if you can't pick a side"
Can we press pause on the regular interrogation?
I am not a product that needs a label
I am human, waiting for my love story
and i am tired of the judgement placed before me.
Who i am attracted to does not concern you
because my love is not your love.

They say that practice makes perfect
but i have practiced self-love for
some time now.
I am still stuck on the hope
that one day things will just click into place
so i am not fighting a war on how to love myself.
Perhaps i need to learn that self-love
doesn't need to be practiced but to be left
alone, for it is rooted inside of us,
waiting to blossom.

If you asked me
how much I love you
I would ask you
how many raindrops
there are on your window
because some things
are just impossible
for me to answer.

I feel like a secret
the type that no one cares to pass on.
I remain an untold story until
i fade away with the other souls
who weren't kept alive
by the voices of others.

I have been knocked down
by this thing
it has consumed me, grasping my chest
till i can barely breathe and tainting
my mind to etch the dark oblivion into me.
One day i hope i can break the surface on this
strange normality.

We should never underestimate

how amazing we are.

There are flowers blooming inside us

that we grow ourselves,

and there is fire in our hearts

that we keep alight.