I once read that if you hold anything long enough,
no matter how light that thing is,
it will eventually become heavy.
So make sure the thing you're holding onto is strengthening you.
Not breaking you.

I got it
I finally understand
it was never you that I wanted
but instead
the drama that you presented
some would even call it a plot conflict
You see, I'm a writer
I see the world through different eyes
eyes that sometimes aren't mine
so sometimes
my mind is taken over
and my thoughts, they stray

I'm a hopeless romantic
but that doesn't equate
I've never before been so afraid
of my own self
of the words that could come out
because I understand,
and now I have to learn to separate
the who I am from the who I create
it's exhausting being me every single day
the fantasies pop up and leave me dismayed
always in a sour mood, unsure of who I am
of the choices I've made

a line has been drawn and I'm sticking too it
I know that these thoughts aren't me, but lighter fluid
and it's me that holds the power
the lighter only a tool
passion is fire
my inspiration is crude

Skipping in and out of reality
Into this world of make believe
Then as quickly as I do
It's back to reality

In and out of the wormholes
That were bore out just for me
Is this my reality
Or the world of make believe