Lost the grip, thought it slipped
But it wasn’t It just wasn’t Was chasing the manifestation of something That I thought you stood for A life, a creation, a representation But the will wasn’t there The heart just wasn’t full Or so I’m told The fearless and bold as they grow old Lost loving sentences in the deluge of angry rhetoric Was my anger misplaced? Did my overexerted rage let your sins be erased? How did I let the past put me last? Get a grip, let it slip, accept what it is Goddamn I’m really sorry for everything I did Or didn’t do, and what that meant to you For lack of all I was or wouldn’t become Damn I’m really sorry you don’t value who I am Because I’m happy with where I’m at Love my life and my plans Got the world in my palm and love it with my all But that doesn’t seem enough for you It’s all about you and what you’ve got or not Value in the dollar sign Emotional intelligence as it’s undermined Validation in this monotony Why can’t you just love me for me? Growing tired of the farce, the loss of trust Get me out of this hellhole of lust I’ve come to terms with the person I am And grown to love him, Whether you care or don’t give a shit
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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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