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