I know a girl whose affection is for sale on the weekends.
The equation for time travel is written with ink on her left thigh.
And you’ve never seen eyes with nostalgia like that.

I suppose I can’t blame her.
Who doesn’t wish they could rewind?

But what if I told you to be present in your pain?
To not wish to be someone or somewhere else.
That freedom is knowing there are no knights.

After all, who needs a ******* savior when you have grit.

So don’t you dare be a runaway.

Happiness will not be gifted, it must be held and defended.
Just understand you’re pressing a toy sword to a monster’s throat and daring to win.
Just accept happiness is nowhere else but here.

When they tell you to trade your ambitions for milligrams and your passion for stability tell them to keep their white flag because you have war in your ******* veins.
As a matter of fact, tell all your devils you’re coming with your guns up.
Tell them the love in you is not for the taking.

The next time razor blades look romantic and pills look promising remember the best gifts are the ones we allow ourselves.
Like forgiveness for who you were and the heart to change who you are.

Remember fate is what you allow it to be.

Remember neurosis will be at your door every day looking for a fight.
Oblige him.