5/7
I write in order to breathe, so myself I don't deceive
Getting hopes up like a child, haven't done that in a while
Feelings uncertain, most definitely unsafe for me
You'll find me on the bottom, where I'm usually destined to be
Coming to the surface is painful as can be, when I ignorantly get comfortable where I awkwardly stand out as me
You said it once, and meant it thrice as I helped show you the way out of my life
But take a look inside yourself when you preach about taking a chance on self
You are no different than me and that perhaps was my fear
At least I am aware of my walls living mostly in acceptance my dear
For what presented as a moment I thought I found someone like me
Why that moment seems eternal as I relearn to let it be
I can do it with no problem, but each time it takes so much more
I'm exhausted, sad and lonely to the core
Of who I was, who I am and who I will be
But mostly writing to breathe because a part of me will never be
5/7/17