Darling I write to talk to myself as a self reflection for the affirmation to have a bit more clarity for the stagnant jeopardy I get myself stuck in
Darling I write these poems as love letters like an omen for my eyes to remind myself I'll always have me and only me
Darling there aint ever gonna be a darling that will stay forever because everyone hears stories and they dont neccessarily want to bother
Darling you can be amazing and beautiful and talented but only you'll know where you've landed and where you're landing and where you're standing
Darling it may be a ditch of depressions or an anxiety suppression making you always feel caged by somethin and there's no sight of the way in
Darling you love quiet drives on an empty highway with someone by your side, soft music playing in the background, your lover breathing away your sighs but everyone likes that until the dreaded realization
Darling you can paint skies and broken lies and make broken ties into beautiful dyes on a blank canvas, paint your dreams, your real emotions people will stare and say amazing but they wont stay for the ending
Darling you can tell all your sad stories, words, artwork. But in the end you will care for yourself more than others will, because for them there's a bill at the end from consequences that depends some will deal some wont there's no real winning cards dont hope for a support just dont
Darling your heart has been broken by the world, told there's and entity up there that cares for your soul until you grow and you learn and all you can do is survive what's the worth of their oath just to have a good last goodbye
Darling you only have yourself, there is no one else No guy with twinkling eyes or parents with truly loving goodbyes no guidelines to survive your loneliness no way to tell if you'll die from this lie of a world you find your own worth you are your own earth you love your own birth