Epiphanies and notes to self
I’m not upset that you don’t like me anymore.
Slowly, I’m remembering myself. I’ll be back. When I’m back, it’s done. There’s nothing more to fight for.
I lost myself in you...trying to make excuses and suppress the things about myself that I thought you wouldn’t like.
which can unfortunately happen sometimes when you’ve been blinded by lust and guided by loneliness.
It gets to that point where you’re not comfortable in your own skin anymore. From Every Hobby and piece of clothing you own.
If you don’t like it, it’s not cute. It’s not cool. It’s not enough.
When I forget who I am because I’m too busy trying to be like you. Trying to fit in. Trying to impress. Trying to get your attention. Peeling layers and layers off of myself.
Constantly Picking myself apart.
Then, when you thought you wouldn’t, you wake up.
Then the dream is over. Reality blandly sets in.
Unlike you, There’s more to me then meets the eye....and I can’t pretend to be someone else. Something I’m not. I can’t be bland or dry like you because I’m not.
Instead of feeling like a loser about it, I should embrace it.
We’re only human.
But you’re just a face.
I’m happy that things have not progressed further between us, as you have absolutely nothing to offer (me). (Its great that you’re looks get you by but other than that, what else can you do?)
I was constantly making excuses and trying to force what I know would never be. But now I realize that, while There’s beauty in all of us, it comes in different levels.
A soul as beautiful and ignited as mine should not be left in the dark.
Hey, I was right about you from the start.
It’s a shame that some people are so dry and boring.
I hope you find comfort when you look at your social status.
All I ever felt was exhausted.
Slowly, I’m remembering myself. I’ll be back. When I’m back, it’s done. There’s nothing more to fight for.
I lost myself in you...trying to make excuses and suppress the things about myself that I thought you wouldn’t like.
which can unfortunately happen sometimes when you’ve been blinded by lust and guided by loneliness.
It gets to that point where you’re not comfortable in your own skin anymore. From Every Hobby and piece of clothing you own.
If you don’t like it, it’s not cute. It’s not cool. It’s not enough.
When I forget who I am because I’m too busy trying to be like you. Trying to fit in. Trying to impress. Trying to get your attention. Peeling layers and layers off of myself.
Constantly Picking myself apart.
Then, when you thought you wouldn’t, you wake up.
Then the dream is over. Reality blandly sets in.
Unlike you, There’s more to me then meets the eye....and I can’t pretend to be someone else. Something I’m not. I can’t be bland or dry like you because I’m not.
Instead of feeling like a loser about it, I should embrace it.
We’re only human.
But you’re just a face.
I’m happy that things have not progressed further between us, as you have absolutely nothing to offer (me). (Its great that you’re looks get you by but other than that, what else can you do?)
I was constantly making excuses and trying to force what I know would never be. But now I realize that, while There’s beauty in all of us, it comes in different levels.
A soul as beautiful and ignited as mine should not be left in the dark.
Hey, I was right about you from the start.
It’s a shame that some people are so dry and boring.
I hope you find comfort when you look at your social status.
All I ever felt was exhausted.
