I live on the extremes of now or never.
Don’t take yourself too seriously.
Float. Fly. Flow.
It might have stopped bleeding,
but it’s still sore.
The wound...my heart.
My head roared: ah! he’s back,
he’s changed. (?)
My heart whispered: turn away,
you deserve the stars;
but all he got is
some stardust - he borrowed from you.
It took me a hell lot of time to filter out the darkness you pulled me into. You left, while I was left alone in that hurricane of despair. Meandering my way through.
I needed so much...love
I wanted warmth, care, affection
But I realised
There’s no one
Who can give it to me
Sometimes I don’t want to be me...
But I don’t know who else to be,
so I continue being a mess...flawed...worthless
Even at your best, you’ll still be the worst for someone.