Some days I love myself. Overjoyed to help others feel useful A treasure whose bliss is creating bliss Worthy. Loveable. Hopeful.
Other days I hate myself. Overwhelmed with feeling useless A burden and toxic to everything I touch Unworthy. Unloveable. Hopeless.
Some days I wonder if I will ever get back to some days.
You spin me around
like we're pinning the tail on the donkey
Yesterday this, tomorrow that
contradictions and half-truths
Until I'm dizzy and can barely walk straight
and you end up with a tail on your forehead
11:11 and I'm wasting wishes on you again.
I pray one day you will drunk text me So you can finally find the freedom to express all those things you’ve locked up deep down
I’m over you But I will never be over what we had
I'd like to have compassion for him but I can't I've already given him too much of my heart.