If there is one thing I have realised this past year, it is myself. I now have no qualms. I no longer feel guilt for past faults. I sometimes feel shame when I see people from the past, but I float past with my head held high with the knowledge that I am now at peace with the person I am, and far from the person I was caught up in trying to be. I no longer hold fear for not being worthy, but a hunger for beyond. I feel at peace now.
You keep dragging me down, lift me up for air with the promise of constant. Dragging me down suffocation. My held back belief, you twist around to be held irrelevant paranoia. It uncovers in the day, present of absence. The truth unfolds. You should’ve waited to see the poison fill my eyes, the hate in my heart. You sweeten it with words of future, play it down. I only wish you see me now, your creation. Maybe that would convince you, grant the satisfaction that your actions are the wounds on my back. To heal what I did to you in the beginning. An eye for an eye, there was blood on my hands, now make your move. I am ready.
do you ever read old conversations you had with someone and realize how much more they used to be interested you and it makes you feel like complete shit because everything is different now and you can tell you’ve just lost that shine that got their attention in the first place
“I fell in love with him. But I don’t just stay with him by default as if there’s no one else available to me. I stay with him because I choose to, every day that I wake up, every day that we fight or lie to each other or disappoint each other. I choose him over and over again, and he chooses me.”—Allegiant (via thatkindofwoman)