I am my own lover, my own best friend. On my own forever.
I might as well do that knowing I am still free to be me.
Cry on the floor if you must. Grab a pillow and sob if it helps. Let your feelings of guilt or shame anger and fear fall out of you.
And didn’t anyone ever tell you? Real friends don’t use each other.
I wanted to be so in love with you wrap myself so deep In.
For there is honor in a good death especially the daily death of everyday living.
You have to be courageous and bold enough to have nothing over and over again...So when you have something you’ll know how to listen and appreciate it over and over again until it is time to let it go.
For who are you to know what it is you truly want? Some wants disappear some wants are marked in your soul forever and some wants were just not meant to be.
But like a cloudy apparition it just wasn’t meant to be. You are blind and I am free.