forgone and forgot
like I'm already lost haven't stepped out the door already buried past the floor in your eyes like the choice was all mine like I've left of my own volition like the move wasn't submission I've been cornered sequestered and staggered whether by my own devices or by politics and their vices but you don't see my side you look through your own eyes my decisions and their impact to you it's not about my happiness can't you see this isn't what I want? I see my dreams; these aren't my thoughts but it's really just about you can't be happy while others are too I'm sorry your life isn't a perfect picture I'm sorry "me working on me" affects it but I'm escaping this flawed institution whether I care if it affects you or it doesn't but don't you ever speak ill of me for wanting to be the best I can be and don't you dare ever discredit all the time and effort I've given because I bled for you while I could I tried to give you all of my good but you write it off like it's nothing "oh fuck him, he's leaving" if this is really how you think know fully the bridge you're burning
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Author"Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls." - Anais Nin Archives
February 2023
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