untitled.
some years have passed yet time feels still. what was once routine now only feels like a dream as if it was all pretend.
Confusing partnership with possession turning my expression into depression and constantly shouting “disrespect,” when really, it was just a reflection of yourself.
To know real love is feeling kindness. Kindness even in anger knowing words are daggers and that the way things are delivered weighs tons. To choose reason over ego recognize pride rather than seek control because in the end you’ll win, but for what? Left with damage but seem successful Feel respected yet it still seems though that the fight was never about us.
Congratulations, I stepped down you got your wish I’m stripped now of everything that I was
I am none.
