i am bored of the same scenario routine cycle of the cloned relationships i find and seek and devote my time into continuing the patterns of heart shaped bruises on my chest and knuckles. i feel as if i am outside of myself looking down at my small frame strong on the outside but feeling weak on the inside. i see myself, holding onto the cage of this dream and desire to simply be loved as i am and not as i am wished to be not by anyone but just by me. for the desires of a partner are long gone washed away by years of tumultuous relationships and false promises, that idea is jaded and lost and replaced by the solid gold concept of loving myself. that pendant wrapped around my neck choking me but also somehow giving me the perspective that loneliness is my freedom right now. i wish to wake up to myself and say, "thank you for existing, me."