I don’t know where I’m going I know where I have been I want to get going On the life I imagined I want I linger I decide I regret I realize I dwell on the
he said I was his dream girl, his grandest love, his sweetest thing I desire him but need to be spoken of in power words not words of ownership and lack of autonomy I am persuasive I am strong I am forceful fierce and nasty when I wasn’t supposed to be I have an angry streak a side of me I only let those I love truly see I hurt the ones I love when they hurt me I make mistakes I’m imperfect I’m messy I’m unstable But I also love deeper I cry harder I laugh with abundance and such intoxicating infectious ness it moves mountains I am creative I am a gypsy I am compassionate and adventurous and humorous and butterflies fly freely to my heart because even the sweetest things in life fly to those that are equally as sweet I breathe in ice take the hurt out of your pain and breathe out fire and action and triumphant desire You will long for me when I am gone Of that I am sure I am a hard one to hold onto You were a good one to love and be loved by
Make no mistake there are those I miss but no one who has ever loved me has ever been able to forget.