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Round of applause for healing? Girl, bye.

My concept of love has always been distorted. Correction: my concepts of love used to be pretty inaccurate. Parts of my growth mean a change in my perception. 

Sometimes good people cross paths at a time when they should be focused on healing but they – we… we tend to choose to hold on rather than do what is logical. Holding on and trying to force things can easily lead to a volatile outcome. 

I say so many times that moments of weakness made me stay in unhealthy relationships or caused me to be a codependent people pleasing enabler. But I have been able to wipe my lens to reveal something more.

In retrospect, I have been in committed relationships with amazing people. Healthy, loving individuals. But I was not ready to be who they deserved. I can honestly say that there are many people who never got to know the healthy, balanced, positive version of me. And once I became firm in being a better Jessica, I became angered when some people didn’t care to meet this Jessica. The other Jessica had done too much damage. I have had and do have and will continue to have healthy, flourishing friendships. I now see that quality is more important than quantity. And location. 

And as forgiveness is a must, I forgive myself for my detrimental past of hurting others. This extends to past friendships, relationships, and family members who I have caused any pain to. 

My choice to release certain narratives cannot and will not be for approval or acceptance. But initially, that is what I thought healing would do for me. Maybe I envisioned myself stepping into an auditorium and being met with a massive round of applause because, “Hot damn, Jessica is really doing so much better now. She’s healed!” 

My concept of self has always been distorted. Correction: my concepts of self used to be pretty inaccurate. Parts of my growth led to a change in my perception. 

I could go on, and I probably will. But I will save that for another blog post. 

As always, thank you for viewing.

Stubborn Student

You stubborn student, listen to me!

1 + 1 will never equal 3.

The reason why you can’t do math

Is because you’re trying to use equations

And formulas that don’t exist. 

Your studious strength

Has so much potential,

But you can’t half-ass apply 

Knowledge while claiming credentials.

You sly, shifty sideline gazer,

Stop dividing your worth 

Trying to equal everyone else.

With 7,942,645,086 humans or so 

On this earth,

Why not just be you? 

An ounce of self-assurance 

Ought to do you some good.

Not the kind of a cocky, arrogant sense.

Just a cup of confidence. 

But- you’re so stubborn.

Evaporate

If you stare in the mirror too long, does your reflection seem to change?

Your mirror, my mirror
No filter.
The imperfections are pretty clear.

Tell me, what reflections do you pick up and carry home with you?

Reflecting fragments of self,
Glimmers of others,
Carrying their shit, your shit,
The world’s shit on your face.

If you stay too entranced in the reflection of someone else,
Yours may not look too good to you.

Sometimes we wanna
Switch mirrors
Even if only for a second.

We try to transfer this and transfer that,
Deflect
Neglect
Reject.

Imperfect.
I’m perfect.
Shatter.

Shape shifting to meet
The demands of others,
You sit home alone long enough
You’ll see a blemish form.
Maybe a spot here,
A pimple there,
A very shiny gray hair.
Mirror mirror on the wall,
Who the fuck is this
Staring back at me?

She’s –
Actually
Very pretty.

Clean the glass,
Wipe that mirror,

Shower runs,
Don’t worry the condensation will evaporate.

Put on that face.
Which face?
The one that they like?
Nah – just take a second,
Breathe,
And look up.

Reflect


At times I feel like a mirror
Mirroring the actions of others
Others seem to not give a f**k what they say
Say you love me
Me Who is me Who are you
You seem confused
Confused dazed and amazed
A maze of mystery and bulls**t

Bulls**t was a fun card game cuz I lie
Lies living in fantasy the spreading of thighs


Thigh highs were a thing are they still cool now
Nowadays society is trippin


Tripping slipping trying to figure this stuff out
Out of the way to avoid the truth
Truth is none of us have it all figured out


Outcast
Outlandish
Outsider
Outnumbered
Outbalance

I’m out here b*tchin about the struggles of mediocre living but also made it out of nothing so to speak.

Complaining makes me feel weak,
And so I reflect daily, knowing simplistic ways of being are just fine with me.

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