When the sky dons its robes of indigo, I slip into a tranquil reverie where shadows lengthen and soften, and mirrors hold whispers of ancient stories. A gentle breeze dances through the forest like secrets. It’s a lullaby for a weary soul. A gentle reminder than even in stillness, there is movement, a world in transition. As I stand on the threshold of day and night, I think about all the fleeting moments from my past self and embrace the twilight.
Eat your shame It doesn’t go away Regurgitate like you’re overweight You need more meat on your body to hate
She promised to **** him off in the parking lot for her drink of choice She was far too young for either one but had nothing left to lose
Swallow your pride It doesn’t go down easy Don’t let him see you cringe in disgust You need more secrets to hate yourself for
Cut your skin wide open Underneath even you know you’re worth more It can only get better and I don’t take it for granted
Uncomfortable in her skin unless it was naked No confidence in a word she said unless they were slurred So she ate her shame every ******* day She swallowed her pride and kept her promises It all cut her skin wide open