Your gateway to endless inspiration
You don't love her. If you did, you'd be with her
Yet you wither
Either wasting time,
Or doing so little
All the years that pass
Filled with moments
That would've should've could've
If only we weren't ourselves
Pathetic
You are so far away. And I am so down in the dumps. So unworthy. That admiting that I love you feels like fucking hubris.
When I was young
Alone in my time of need
An angel came to me
He offered to be my shield
If I could show him selfless beauty
So I became an artist
When I got a bit older
In my time of need
I called for the Monster
He offered to keep me sane
if I could help those in need
as an exchange
So I became a listener
When I was at my breaking point
The devil spoke to me
He offered me his silver tongue
In exchange of letting him feel loved
So I became a refuge for all
Then I met you
And i saw tears in your eyes
Came a voice
A feeling blooming
I couldn't deny
If you are to be the moon in the sky
I'd be the darkness by your side
Always in sight but never in reach
So I became a beast
A wolf longing for you for all time
The other three turned to you too
As the world lost meaning
And now you are gone
And we hate everything
No.
I have to stop treating myself like a never-ending self improvement project and start treating myself like a healing, learning, and growing human with feelings.
Yes, self improvement is okay. You should always want better for yourself. But, there is no reason to always feel like something is wrong and always needs fixing. At some point, you must learn to give yourself some form of grace and acceptance.
XOXO,
Reina
I miss you. I am hurting—can't find a song loud enough.
In-between calling you my moon, and admitting that you are my muse.
I start this year. Numb with anger.
Many a times. What we call choice is nothing more than a lie we tell ourselves to make existing easier.