July 12th, 2021

(no subject)

When I'm being critical I'm not being myself

I'm the love.



I crave understanding 

Let them use you to flatter their egos

It all means nothing 

They've been confused for so long

There are no surprises

(no subject)

I feel unreasonably good and free

Like some ancient shackles have fallen from my limbs

and the mud has been washed from my eyes,

the doubt from my flesh


I wanna taste it now

I belong to nothing for the first time