Maybe I am that withered rose we are all so familiar with on our emoji keyboards.
"He loves me, He loves me not" as each petal dies and falls to the digital floor.
People like me aren't meant to find or be in love. Maybe we don't deserve it or maybe no one is strong enough to hold this fiery aura down.
Maybe I just loved too much already and have only been proven it demonises others. Love makes us do reckless, selfish acts in order to control the feelings we can't quite explain.
Like running the Beep Test in year 7 PE (physical education) - maybe I'm not fit enough for this race.
My broken shoes just reflect who I am on the inside. These broken shards of glass causing internal bleeding and some serious anxiety issues.
A skull with a knife through the head. A bleeding heart beat hanging from below. Circling a vibrant, flower with so many yet little meanings all at once.
What cookery is she talking about?
Sorry bloggers. Some creativity isn't pretty.
Have you ever seen that nail polish that you apply and after a few minutes it begins to crack? Literally causing lines to break out through the polish.
That's me.
When I meet someone new, or open up for the first time everything goes smoothly. You might even find the other person feels strongly about me in some way - good or bad. After a while these imperfections start to become visible. I mean, who doesn't love something different? Something as unique as developing cracks in your favourite coloured nail polish?
But. Maybe cracks are only interesting for a little while. Maybe people prefer the things they already know. Fear of the unknown will prevent you from always using this one, creative blend.
There's only a few people that walk this planet with the intentions to be different. To accept others for all of their beauty on the inside and the out.
Theres a rose surrounded by an armful worth or diamonds blooming from my insides. Like water spurting from a whales blowhole. Infinite strength gushing from one being.
Sometimes it feels like I am nothing but a baggage to those travelling through. Though I know someone will appreciate me for the person that I am and want to be. They just have to be as strong as I.
Keep going viewers, I'm sure it will be worth it again...
"He loves me, He loves me not" as each petal dies and falls to the digital floor.
People like me aren't meant to find or be in love. Maybe we don't deserve it or maybe no one is strong enough to hold this fiery aura down.
Maybe I just loved too much already and have only been proven it demonises others. Love makes us do reckless, selfish acts in order to control the feelings we can't quite explain.
Like running the Beep Test in year 7 PE (physical education) - maybe I'm not fit enough for this race.
My broken shoes just reflect who I am on the inside. These broken shards of glass causing internal bleeding and some serious anxiety issues.
A skull with a knife through the head. A bleeding heart beat hanging from below. Circling a vibrant, flower with so many yet little meanings all at once.
What cookery is she talking about?
Sorry bloggers. Some creativity isn't pretty.
Have you ever seen that nail polish that you apply and after a few minutes it begins to crack? Literally causing lines to break out through the polish.
That's me.
When I meet someone new, or open up for the first time everything goes smoothly. You might even find the other person feels strongly about me in some way - good or bad. After a while these imperfections start to become visible. I mean, who doesn't love something different? Something as unique as developing cracks in your favourite coloured nail polish?
But. Maybe cracks are only interesting for a little while. Maybe people prefer the things they already know. Fear of the unknown will prevent you from always using this one, creative blend.
There's only a few people that walk this planet with the intentions to be different. To accept others for all of their beauty on the inside and the out.
Theres a rose surrounded by an armful worth or diamonds blooming from my insides. Like water spurting from a whales blowhole. Infinite strength gushing from one being.
Sometimes it feels like I am nothing but a baggage to those travelling through. Though I know someone will appreciate me for the person that I am and want to be. They just have to be as strong as I.
Keep going viewers, I'm sure it will be worth it again...
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