"prioritizing" poems
Controller in his hands
My body in his arms
His eyes on the screen
He's not being mean
He's just prioritizing
The games over me
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 12:58 AM UTC
I hear the electricity fade
The room is lit with the TVs black haze
My body in your arms is no game
But now I'm all you want to play
Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 12:37 AM UTC
practicing freedom is allowing yourself to notice the beauty in each and every day
practicing freedom is knowing that saying nothing or everything is perfectly okay
practicing freedom is loving your skin in whatever color it comes in
practicing freedom is wholeheartedly empowering both women and men
practicing freedom is fighting for those who are oppressed
practicing freedom is knowing even boys can wear a dress
practicing freedom is breaking free of societal expectation
practicing freedom is respecting those who live outside of normal presentations
practicing freedom is declaring truth over lies
practicing freedom is learning to leave fear behind
practicing freedom is prioritizing people over money
practicing freedom is realizing that human life is endlessly more valuable than the ******* economy
practicing freedom is believing you are enough
every background, ethnicity, and gender is deserving of love
practicing freedom is striving for unity
practicing freedom is recognizing the division that's destroying you and me
practicing freedom is acknowledging your dreams
practicing freedom is keeping hope alive despite all things
the practice of freedom.
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 3:46 PM UTC
Dear God. i hope You’re listening, i need to get close. im steady running in the same position.
i can’t get close.
my fingers hurt because i’ve been trying to pen down a letter to her & me & You for me.
im trying to be good.
these past few days i’ve been trying to get my thoughts in unison. working on harmonizing my processes & prioritizing my priorities.
im going to be raw.
i wrote letters to her but every single time i think of sending them to her, i remember that i won’t get much weight with my actions. so i throw them away.
im steady running in the same position.
she’s been thugging lately, in a good way.
i won’t even try to make sense tonight, i’ll let words flow.
****** of the youthful mind, hold me.
play softly, the strings at the back of my mind. be attentive, this tune will catch you.
she’s stroking my medulla oblongata, painting vivid images of passion.
steady running in the same position.
ever looked at someone and feel a conversation going on between your souls? no verbal action, just distance & the space between the two of you.
im steady running from nymphos of the youthful mind.
Father, hope You’re listening. help me to not bend Your will.
i’ve been good. dry cleaned my suit, im ready to walk with You.
i need to get close. but i can’t get close to You.
but im steady running in the same position.
****** of the youthful mind, tell me what do you want me to do to help you, help me, help you. she’s been straight thugging.
ever been so close to a beautiful conversation yet words halt at the opening and you’re left stuck with regret? days later, you remake the scenario and polish on what you could’ve said.
i wrote a letter to her & me & you for me. but i threw it away. wouldn’t have made a significant change anyway.
****** of the youthful mind, i need to get close.
but im steady running in the same position.
she’s been thugging. hat low, sweatpants low, afro hair, smooth skin, smooth **** dancing under the moonlight.
scorpion eyes, deadly eyes. i need to get close.
****** of the youthful mind, my gangster, i need you to stroke my medulla and play a thousand songs at the back of my mind.
im not trying to make sense, i was just trying to let thoughts flow.
Dear Father, can i run away? i want to run away with her, to a place nobody knows. us.
but please help me not to bend Your will.
send me to a golden forest, to the Garden of Eden, so she & i can be Adam & Eve.
we will be good. before then, i need to get close.
****** sing. sing me to sleep, sing away my troubles. i will run away with you.
Father, hope You’re listening. i need to get close, help me not to bend Your will. but i can’t get close. to You.
open the gates for me, im outside.
i need to take control of me and pour out vibes so hard the universe capsizes. ****** of the youthful mind, run away with me.
i wrote a letter to her & i & you for me. but then i threw it away.
don’t even try and make sense of the words i wrote.
don’t ask me how im feeling, just keep your eye on the poetry.
TeddyBearTribe.
Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 3:51 PM UTC
January 25,
Im grateful he messaged an escort during my panic attack
I’m grateful he was acting weird with his phone
I’m grateful he kept me up all night till 6am drunk
I’m grateful he slammed doors yelling at me
I’m grateful he screamed in my face while wagging his finger
I’m grateful I questioned him
I’m grateful the escort cooperated
I’m grateful his brother warned me about the drugs and drunk driving
I’m grateful there were no accidents
I’m grateful he was so drunk I could check his phone
I’m so incredibly grateful that the escort responded in the morning so I could see it.
I’m grateful the escort answered my call and consoled me
I’m grateful I was shown and got out
I’m grateful I was so badly mistreated on Canada Day
Otherwise I would not have been suspicious
I’m grateful your family showed their true colours
specifically his mother’s blinded and dangerous loyalty.
I’m grateful that I can function
I’m grateful after considering all this, I now know I do not need closure.
Closure was him messaging an escort. Closure was him continuing to prioritize himself after being caught.
Closure was me prioritizing my safety. Closure was accepting that he is in fact an abuser despite his outward disposition.
He’s an abuser dressed like a butterfly: flighty, scared and beautiful. But he was really a moth eating away at the fabric of my life.
I’m grateful for my resilience and strength
I’m grateful for my friends and family
What is best for my soul is to wish you well and live my own life.
I wish you well, please don’t do this to anyone else.
I would be grateful for that.
Jan 29, 2025
Jan 29, 2025 at 3:33 AM UTC
The day is overcast
From an ogre blast
Of the covert class
Giving a motor mass
About a potent past
Building a molten mask
To avoid the token task
Of fighting the coldest clash
To break our coated cast
They only help
If it's for wealth
Then they stealth
Once it's dealt
Until they melt
Into their belts
Providing welts
Prioritizing financial impunity
Over helping their community
Then asking for social immunity
After all they do to me
Being so rude to be
Hopelessly glued to greed
Until we are blue and bleed
They kick up dirt and flee
Into sandy eyes that plead
But as far as I can see
Vultures are flying free
Over the uprooted trees
Conquering overseas
A manifest destiny
They claim is for me
They won't take a leap of faith
Life for them is keep and take
Saying let them eat cake
Over the bones we break
Because the serious stake
Is our entire life's fate
Yet they can't relate
So we live in a state
Of being an inmate
Of their opulent hate
So they can feel great
Clouds cover the sky
As clowns suffer and die
Because we suffer from lies
Of the ***** drawn flies
Blocking the sunrise
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 2:54 PM UTC
No latte
no "three men walked into a bar ..."
no sun salutation
can give me that reinvigorating boost
no melody
(and for that matter no harmony)
no pedicure
no crisp fall walk
can ease my anxious state
I am unsettled, trying to find a surface to settle on
so I settle down to the lowest parts of Maslow's mountain
searching for comfort in edible bites and physical bits,
deep in the valley where I should not be
"How ya doin'?"
"OhI'mgood!"
Ain't got time for the real answer
Ain't got time
Ain't got time
cause I won't give it to myself
I was never good at prioritizing
Cause if I knew my priorites
I would remember what a priority it is
to bend to my knees
sink into the ground
and reverently gaze UP
I have not imagined the answers and peace I have recieved
You have to open your mind to see His work
He is visible
in earth and sky
Sometimes He has to remind me
but when He does ...
well, I can enjoy the melodies
and lattes
and jokes again
P.W.C.
Nov 9, 2012
Nov 9, 2012 at 5:56 PM UTC
What if,
the moon and stars appeared on sunny skies
well, i've seen God's wisdom, they're fine the
way they are, their time, their distance, their
glittering presence.....their habit of twinkling
at night, not day, is justified, they're lovelier
more dazzling on a darker blue sky.....i gaze
at them in awe, no words uttered...just sighs.
also, i've
seen God's wisdom about life's many roads.
i'm fine, i have survived......earthly existence
is decked with many paths........busy, or less
traveled...always lead to new ones, after the
other, then to another......life goes on.......it's
where, it's when, the day's challenges start.
so....
i leave the house...start my daily trek in life
prioritizing familial and personal errands
i walk right to the corner.....to where noisy
turkeys turn so red, when i get close to the
fence...to my left, the open road.....peopled
noisy...busy, humming with activities...my
connection to the world outside the village
rain or shine, day or night, if i need to hear
breaths of life...of noise, a tad of change in
atmosphere, cups of good coffee, a bowl of
soup and crackers, bond with good friends
bond with my Creator in a nearby church.
when
not too tired...i retrace my way back home.
God guides me....through long and faded
red unscrubbed sidewalks, grasping mossy
fences, lest i fall on slippery concrete...lest
i miss my quiet, my sacred space for good.
it's
never easy, finding God's wisdom, in pain
and suffering.......yet after each road taken
i gaze at the dark blue sky.....tell the moon
and quivering stars................"i'll be fine."
Sally
Copyright October 18, 2017
rrab
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 8:02 AM UTC
I have set the priorities in my life,
You're my top priority future wife,
What bothers you is my top strife.
I chuck those parts out of my life,
You should not worry future wife,
What in front of you is such a strife.
Over me I give you exclusive rights.
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 1:45 AM UTC
I knew it would not last forever
But the future was unseen
Watched it slip out of our grasp
Before we could intervene
Season after season is passing
Golden transforms to white
Misty mornings exchanged for snow
While I wait to feel alright
Rose up through the ashes
But my heart's still burned and charred
And fear has formed an armor around
Every place it has been scarred
I search for symbols on my body
Yearn for meaning to be revealed
To understand length of our relationship
Yet answers all remain concealed
Shoulder the weight of rejection
Through time though tough to carry
Heaviness a consistent warning
That of intimacy to be wary
Like a little alarm silently blaring
Begging me to stay alone
Prioritizing safety over company
Love is hell unlike anything I've ever known
Portal straight to madness
No one is exempt
So if you want your sanity intact
Don't bother making an attempt
Desire turns willpower to vapor
As you steadily lose control
Until you cannot function in their absence
Need their affection to even feel whole
But when the flashes of electricity
Vanish from your partner's skin
But for you are stronger than ever
That's when the real torture begins
Color disappears from sight
The whole planet fading to grey
Happiness drained from all you touch
As you desperately clutch onto yesterday
Now waking up is a daunting task
Try to avoid facing reality
Solitude stings like a salted wound
Haunted by what we will never be
Then I stumble across your photo
For a moment don't feel so sad
As nostalgia rushes over me
I escape briefly into the love we once had
I close my eyes and block out the hurt
Memory tasting bittersweet
And when I finally open them
Feels like I'm falling to my feet
Desolation has become my home
Misery my only friend
I've learned the hard way caring is pain
So I swear I'll never care again
Sep 23, 2021
Sep 23, 2021 at 11:14 AM UTC
How many of you serve the world?
You know?
Your friends?
Your REAL friends?
Prioritizing your time by your wants.
Self over family and friends.
Partying over School.
If so, Raise
Your
Hands.
COME ON RAISE YOUR HANDS!
No?
Well how many have lied?
That teeny tiny white lie?
It never hurt anyone.
No big deal!
LIARS!!
If you're not raising your hand,
You're lying.
Want help?
Try to change your ways?
Sorry.
Because I know
That this side has a gravitational pull
Too strong for you to deny.
And no need seekin out the big guy.
He'll just tell you what you don't wanna hear anyways!
Still wanna reach out?
Okay.
Go ahead.
Raise your hands in song!
Praise his "Holy Name"
But you'll be back.
I know it.
YOU know it.
So why try?
You're just gonna keep walkin back and forth between this line.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
Why do you walk the line?
Scared to commit?
What's stopping you?
Oh yeah.
You.
YOU'RE stopping you.
Why?
Because you're so easily distracted.
Swaying from side to side.
Never really committing.
Doing what you believe to be just enough.
So tell me.
If I own this side.
And HE owns THAT side.
Who owns the line you like to walk on so much?
You decide.
Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 2:35 AM UTC
I wish you wouldn't feel any regret
Regret because you follow what
the people around you told you
what to do so
I wish you wouldn't feel any emptiness
Emptiness because you think prioritizing
others first than yourself is okay
I wish you wouldn't feel any pain
Pain because you always choose
to shut up when your significant other
hurts you
I wish you wouldn't feel any anger
Anger because you can't accept the
fact that your ex is happy with your
best friend
I wish everything I said will remain
just a text and will not happen in real
life
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 9:30 AM UTC
In the grand tapestry of teaching, oh what an irony,
Heavy workloads and limited time, a teacher's reality.
The demands of planning and administrative tasks,
Leave little room for professional growth, an ironic mask.
Standardized assessments hold their prominent sway,
Personalized instruction often pushed astray.
In the pursuit of measurable student success,
Oh what an irony, tailored learning becomes less.
Creativity yearns to dance with the curriculum's frame,
But guidelines and standards can stifle its flame.
Balancing innovation and prescribed requirements,
Oh what an irony, creativity often expires.
Assessment-focused teaching takes center stage,
Holistic development may find itself in a cage.
The pressure to achieve desired outcomes so keen,
Oh what an irony, limiting the broader learning scene.
Teachers, pillars of education, yet often unrecognized,
Their impact immense, but acknowledgment minimized.
In the realm of recognition and fair compensation,
Oh what an irony, undervaluing their dedication.
Autonomy, a cherished gift for teachers to possess,
But administrative constraints can hinder their success.
Top-down decisions and rigid schedules in place,
Oh what an irony, limiting their teaching grace.
Work-life balance, a delicate tightrope to tread,
Nurturing students' well-being while their own is spread.
In the pursuit of equilibrium, an ironic juggle,
Teaching others to thrive, their own balance a struggle.
Outcomes become paramount, their value held high,
Yet the process of learning can sometimes pass by.
Prioritizing scores over growth and lifelong skills,
Oh what an irony, neglecting the learning thrills.
In the world of teaching, ironies abound,
Navigating the contradictions, often profound.
But amidst these challenges, educators endure,
Oh what an irony, their passion remains pure.
May 15, 2023
May 15, 2023 at 2:48 AM UTC
Everyday, A New Person
Stop! Lest you think,
This is some poem, of a nature serious
I warn you with supercilious contempt
This is a mischance, a contretemps,
This is a dumb poem, like Suntan Lotion^
Inspired by that silliness's Broadway success,
About how everyday, I awake,
A New Person,
With a new designer hair styling
O Yeah, I gotta grip the sink counter,
When I see how my pillow friends^^
Have revenged themselves the night prior,
Upon awakening, I contemplate suicide by pills
But more labor saving for the undertaker I usually choose
Setting One's Hair On Fire
It be awful, it be ridiculous
That my hair defies gravity
Standing straight up,
After a night of lying down,
This is the product of rocking out to the
Hardest of hard rock n' roll.
Now I am a man,
Re hair and grooming I ain't usually
Prioritizing and swooning,
But get this,
It takes a tube daily,
Of alcoholic gel,
To get my pop,
To do the 'lie flat down flop'
When my woman strokes my hair,
She doesn't think I notice,
How she subtle slides her hand down my shirted arm,
To dispose of the newly acquired kitchen grease,
I sometimes, on really bad hair days,
Need to employ to encapture my Grayed Fleece
No faking joke, my mind out strokes
When I look at what handiwork
Has worked me over,
Multi-directional, punk sensational,
I swear it also has changed colors!
No unrequited love, just requited hate
For my torqued, drugged, twisted hairy fate,
Two minutes to write this idiotic ditty,
Ten minutes to nerve to open my eyes to look twice
At what the hairie fairies mischievously hath wrought,
Is unbalanced, demand a recount, a fair fight sought
Soon it will be clear, if you think this poem amusing,
Be in readiness for an Ode to the Haircut upcoming,
Be in readiness for an opera, entitled naturally,
Get Thee To The Barber of First Avenue
As soon as I get the nerve to leave the bedroom.
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 9:09 AM UTC
If I were to elicit success's embodiment
And to feel it's enrapture, like sin
It's touch, coarse as salt to the fingertips?
Would it smell like a rose on the wind?
To risk, for a shared surreptitiousness
That very boldness independence empowers,
to instead announce allegiance to the flock of the age
When drinking after hours
Should it matter on the stage...
As a coy rebuttal to loneliness
In prioritizing what you need,
by finding "circuitous" after a dip in the thesaurus
for describing a sentence about trees
("When, obviously, it's actually describing something...far more potent...than any mere tree.")
...what fails to show up on the page?
Such is the world that Art wanders into
All big gestures 'round a clattering din
....but instead, "Success" has meant to me
A home in my arms
And she feels like a world
resting beneath my chin
A thought that cancels out Art's disappointments
...And her breath is a rose on the wind.
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 5:58 AM UTC
Every evening at dinner,
My mom would tell us about school.
She works there
In fact, the same one my sister and I attended.
She now tells us about education reform
And how it is ruining her classroom.
You see,
She works with special needs children
And teaching them multiple methods to do a math problem
When they understand the first one
Is like thrusting them into the middle of the ocean
Telling them to learn how to swim
And wondering why they are drowning.
Having seventh graders who read at a fifth grade level
Take the same standardized test as other kids their age
Is like putting a dachshund in a cage
And telling it to fight a pit bull.
These students are being set up to fail
And yet, the schools and the government are asking
"Why are test scores dropping?"
"Why aren't they up to par?"
"We're going to lose our money"
What quality teacher signed up to be an educator
With the idea that money would be more important
Than the children in the school system?
Who gives a **** about dollar figures
When you are pushing kids to the edge of the cliff
And getting angry when they fall off?
The game doesn't change until the directions do
But the people writing them are prioritizing the end result
Not the players.
So tell me,
Will anybody win a game that is this corrupt?
Will anybody win this game at all?
People like my mom, my English teacher
The students
Did not agree to play this way.
But if we do not set these kids up and place them in a position
Where success is possible
The future will go up in flames.
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 10:41 AM UTC
Dear 2019,
Please be kind.
The only thing I am wishing for is:
to be happy.
I am going to take time to heal.
I am going to learn( You never quit
learning no matter the age ).
2019 will be a year of complete surrender to who I
once was and who I want to be and this will be a
year I stop putting off prioritizing me. I will take
time for myself and that doesn't mean taking baths
and eating healthy. ( but I still intend to eat healthy ).
I am going to start focusing on bettering myself.
This means exercise in whatever form I like best,
pushing myself, managing my time and saving
money for my future.
( YES, a 70 year man DOES have a future, at least this
one DOES and you can bet on that! )
My future is so bright, I have to wear sunglasses at night.
I am going to fall in love with taking care of myself, fall
in love with the path of deep healing, and fall in love with
becoming the best version of myself with patience, with
respect for my own journey.
My SPECIAL THANKS and compassion and respect go
to those special friends, relatives,and loved ones who know
me, know what I have been through and am going through
(a war I am still fight in my head ) and how I have suffered,
they all loved me enough to witness and feel my pain and
get me to 2019 in good health.
(you know who you are). THANK YOU Jon York 2018
Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 10:13 PM UTC
Sorry for not smiling,
Sorry for not talking,
Sorry for being someone's friend,
Sorry for not liking what you like,
Sorry for being cautious,
Sorry for being simple,
Sorry for being happy,
Sorry for not being smart,
Sorry for having my own opinions,
Sorry for trying to be better,
Sorry for prioritizing myself,
Sorry for being to attached,
Sorry for knowing what I know,
Sorry for being fat,
Sorry for not being funny,
Sorry for being poor,
Sorry for not being cool,
Sorry for existing,
Sorry for breathing,
Sorry for being me,
And sorry for thinking you would say sorry too.
-MCJ
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 9:38 AM UTC
I've been encapsulated with a difficult time and I've had my strength repeatedly put through rigorous test lately and I'm always left alone to suffocate on my insecurities and feel helpless at the knees of the Lord
I can't find peace in my skin or in my mind and my first thought was to sleep away my troubles before I realized the simplicity of bathing in the privilege given to me by God
I pray for a comfort found only in one person and I pray strictly for their repent as one day they'll be forced to face a struggle bigger than any of us
I pray for solitude in my life and in their happiness I so heavily rely on
I pray I can sacrifice myself in the eyes of the lord in exchange for them and their lack of faith and I cant remember when I started prioritizing their prayers over my own but the Lord is just as thankful in rewards as he is in appreciation
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 8:11 PM UTC
There's power to the almost
To the action of leaning in but containing yourself enough to avoid
There's power to letting go
To prioritizing what's rightful,
Instead of focusing on what felt wrong
To put your feelings aside,
To focus on disciplining your mind
There's power to not allowing yourself to even imagine it
To soak up all the knowledge acquired through time and its period
And rather than act as a hero, to dodge the bullet
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 3:48 PM UTC
If you can still feel it-
The warm wind that rushed into our lungs,
while we drove straight into an inevitable
iron judge-
Please let me know.
Because your deadly silence
pulls the green, rancid thoughts out of my mind-
Prioritizing comeback-arguments and
glass-shattering-jealously
over our lost harmonies and simplicities.
To open my eyes,
To remove the black and white filters of staged Polaroids,
To realize the naïveté of dying campfires,
And to strip the layers of paint from our canvas,
Calls for forgiveness.
Forgiving you.
Forgiving me.
It calls for change and allowing the dams I’ve
artificially placed immeasurable love into,
to wither,
So the natural rivers can flow.
To allow the ecosystem to thrive.
To move on-
I put on my old sweater.
It smells of loneliness, heavy browns, and protection-
A wall to my heart.
Please forget the combination to the lock on my dreams,
If you can hear my silent tears.
I beg of you in the key of F major.
Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 7:29 PM UTC
The story of their life
is nearing the *** end,
The graph of the health
has a sharp descend.....
The world is rushing
it's own race,
Their lives don't flow
at that pace...
Possessing a rich and gorgeous
past to share,
But hardly find anyone
to give an ear.....
Chicks flew away
in pursuit of their quest,
The elder couple
is lonely in their nest....
Meditation, yoga
and the doctor's visits
Are prioritizing their
"to do" lists....
Waiting for festivals,
when kids pay visit.
Their childhood moments,
the minds revisit.....
Memories fading,
limbs poorly coordinating.
Hearts are weary,
heavy,
yet pulsating....
Unknown emptiness,
deep melancholy.
Splendid dwellings,
screaming loudly.....
Eagerly wait to meet
with other elderly,
To accompany on the walks,
and to talk heartily......
Relaxing and rejuvenating
laughter at the sunset.
The sun sets daily,
the hopes are alive yet...........
Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 8:33 AM UTC
Today is the day I leave
I'll watch as they load each item I claim and I will try not to cry
It's me again, prioritizing your comfort
Finding a solution to the problem you created
You'll come home and surely feel relieved
And I'll watch as they put each item in a new home that isn't really mine
Today is the day I leave
Jan 31, 2022
Jan 31, 2022 at 8:36 AM UTC
Invisible people
Figment of my imagination
Borrowed in my subconscious
touching and reaching
grabbing and pulling
whispering and fueling
Fear and doubt
Insecurities and pain
Every second
Of every day.
Their whispers
perforates my self-esteem
withers my self-belief
deteriorates my self-image.
My mind feels like a battlefield
A constant fight of not caring
of what they think
or say.
For there are days
When I set my mind
In to prioritizing my moment
passion, purpose, fun, and life
And not care.
But some days
they encroach into my mind
Seep through the cracks
Diffuse between the synapses
firing terror.
Letting me stare once more
at my own abyss.
Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 3:57 AM UTC
its an incredible feeling getting to know everything about someone and falling in love with them, they become your everything, the reason behind your smiles and the reason for waking up in the morning.
everyone always supported me and him and told us we made each other happy but nobody ever told me about the bad stuff.
when things started getting bad, all i could think about from the moment i woke up is who hes with and if hes having fun without me. i wondered if he still cared about me like he used to say he did. I wondered if truth was he didnt think about me at all anymore. I became focused on trying to keep my relationship going as long as i possibly could, prioritizing him over actually important things. i ended up pushing him away without realizing because of how controlling i became. i started to get worried, and lose my confidence, thinking it was something i was doing that he didnt like. he became the reason behind fighting to hold back tears and the reason i didnt eat because i was just too sad. I stopped sleeping because i would wait for him to text me and let me know he was ok or that he was sorry or couldnt sleep without me, even though he never did.
love hurts. it can be amazing and it will be until someone starts changing and stop showing you how much they care or want you. youll feel like youre the one whos in the wrong and might even start to change the way you look hoping to get their attention, but truth is nothing stays perfect forever.
The thing i regret the most was how i made excuses for the way he would let me down or become busy the minute i needed him most just because i didnt wanna let go of someone who wasnt sure about me.
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 10:22 AM UTC