Picture My Life

follow me: Tweet INSTAGRAM: Sweets663 I am a work in progress. Poet. Dreamer. Hopeless romantic. Lover. Addict. Substance abuser. Optimist. Pessimist. Far from realist. Too much. Inadequate. Obsessive. Never shy. A puzzle full of missing pieces. A...

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Where has my mind gone? Seems I’ve lost touch with my own sanity. It’s been quite some time since I last remember the tease of a lucid rationale. You see, I used to be a writer. At least, I used to call myself one. There was a time when the words would flow through my fingertips. Every letter inching its way onto a screen, one right after the other, forming words and making sense of some kind of emotion. Now these words are lost. Or maybe I’ve used them all up. Maybe I’ve overdosed. I used to get high off my own mental jargon, a soliloquy of inner turmoil so suffocating it made my heart bleed. I used to fiend off emotions that lay trapped between text and context, finding salvation in a written form of creed. Now these words are baited by the swift breeze of being, of living a life so tainted with busy, it becomes work. Writing has become a chore, an agonizing servitude. What once was passion has turned into a fading euphoria.

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Esther Perel offers an incredibly interesting perspective on infidelity in relationships, and it’s definitely made me think about cheating in a whole new way. As I’ve gotten older I knew that cheating was not always some black and white evil that would destroy all relationships, though it’s still something that clearly is misunderstood by most people because it’s not something we truly think critically about. Listening to Esther talk about infidelity as a marriage counselor, it’s definitely something to make you think.

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I always knew he was toxic, that all he will bring me was negative. But I still saw a light inside of his eyes, and I believed I could save him. Sadly, at the end, I was the one who needed to be save.

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The guilt was an overwhelming intoxication. I knew this going in. I knew the risk I was about to take, I’ve tasted this pain before. I’m addicted to it. It was in that look he gave me, that deep stare, like he was unearthing something. It was sweet and trapping. It was his touch, the way his hands held onto me as if he never wanted to let go. He inhaled me in the most suffocating way, taking me in so deep and leaving me gasping for air. His gaze had me mesmerized, rapt in the heat of this moment, I found myself lost in him. Forget the crowd, our eyes locked in and the world disappeared into an abyss of fleeting noise and heart break. He had broken me. I have never felt such weakness: trembling knees, my quivering heart and a zealous yearning.  

And he was unaffected. Not by me, not by anything.

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Love is often feared because it is constant. There is a thrill about falling, because in order to let yourself fall you're forced into faith, into believing that there is someone waiting to catch you. But the fall is endless. Instead the thrill is maximized with every passing moment, every endeavor, every new step towards the profession of love. The first touch, the first time you hold hands. When you start to explore each other, inside and out, the tingling sensation that ripples across your skin, the grasping tug at your heart. Love is about conquering fears. Allowing yourself to trust, leaving yourself vulnerable, opening up the parts of yourself you've spent a lifetime barricading. It's leaving behind insecurities, lowering inhibitions and swallowing the bitter taste of passion without feeling the need to cringe. Love is accepting faults, not theirs, but your own. The understanding that perfection is imperfect, forever is merely a lifetime and broken hearts are inevitable. It's the conscious decision to become powerless, putting your life in the hands of someone else because otherwise you'd be shattered. It's getting to know yourself, peeling off the mask you've been hiding behind and allowing the truth to rush over you. Love is an endless experience.

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Give me love like never before, ‘cause lately I’ve been craving more, And it’s been a while but I still feel the same

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When you're happy, you enjoy the music. But, when you're sad, you understand the lyrics.

Frank Ocean

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"You know, when you get old, in life, things get taken from you. I mean, that’s… that’s… that’s a part of life. But, you only learn that when you start losin’ stuff. You find out life’s this game of inches, so is football. Because in either game - life or football - the margin for error is so small. I mean, one half a step too late or too early and you don’t quite make it. One half second too slow, too fast and you don’t quite catch it. The inches we need are everywhere around us..."

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There was a time when it was illegal for someone my skin tone to date, let alone marry, a person of my boyfriends skin tone. But we got over that. It's called an evolving standard of decency. No one is born intolerant. I'm pro-people, are you?

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Twenty-six

With age comes wisdom. Today, I am wise enough not to trust, prudent enough to embrace the wall I’ve spent my whole life building. I’ve learned to depend on my instincts and mask nervous butterflies with resilience. If I counted age by the number of friends at my side, I would be infantile. If these years were chapters, I’ve spent too much time writing of anger. Every year is a reminder that life is too short to dwell and just long enough to enjoy the moment. Today, I am wise enough to love more than hate, surrounding myself with others lucky enough to love as much as I do. To those who circle in and out, your time will come to stay. I’ve learned timing is everything and everyone is on their own schedule. If I counted age by the number of lovers I thought I had, I would be ancient. If I counted the ones that mattered, I would have only one birthday to celebrate. If these years were lyrics, I haven’t spent enough time listening to the love songs. With age... comes gratitude.

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"Mirrors" -Justin Timberlake

"I don't wanna lose you now I'm lookin' right at the other half of me The vacancy that sat in my heart Is a space that now you hold Show me how to fight for now And I'll tell you baby, it was easy Comin' back into you once I figured it out You were right here all along..."

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There’s no religion that could save me No matter how long my knees are on the floor

Bruno Mars