Trusting strangers in passing without trusting myself.
Sometimes people feel like home – until I am startled awake from the terrors brought to me through their energy.
Blank stares when I overshare – it’s okay let me get it out.
The magnitude of the grief of my past superficial pleasures –
Value in moments of solitude and celibacy.
Stability, although fairly new
No longer seems boring
Maybe I have always been yearning for it.
People I shouldn’t have given myself to: many
Places I shouldn’t have gone: plenty
Things I did to hurt myself: a ton
Overdraft to the max, relax I’ll be fine. Are you okay now?
Now I am a doormat – no boundaries
What’s your love language? I’ll shape-shift to meet it
Don’t worry your pretty little head I am used to feeling empty
Don’t worry your masculine misogyny – I am used to folding
Nomad tendencies – this is home now
Aesthetics – look at it
Price – no worries
Location – wherever you want to be
No, don’t worry about me. I’ll find a way to make you happy.
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