The hardest thing I had to do
was to re-discover myself while standing up to you.
knowing that they will always change. knowing that you’re deserving of the divinity you wish upon others. No fretting over who knew you seasons ago, they may never…
I once loved an orchid to death, soggy roots gushing through my fingertips, leaves drooping until they were no more.
we dance in the kitchen while scrambling eggs, my bacon with a crisp, how we like it. Those other apartments, hotels, this cute lil townhome, I can make…
survived the narcissist, so her ability to read energy is now remarkable. She survived one narcissist and so she can now identify other narcissists and narcissists she crossed…
Some smeared paint strokesare botched ink,boasted egosand echoed lyricsreminding us that our worlds aredifferent yet similar,on fire yet flooded withtruths we have yet to seefor ourselves, destinies matched…
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