#humblyperfect

[ruolenna]

wearing me out

I wear the best of the simplest plains,

Fabrics fit for weather and eventfulness.

I’ve never cared for the catching of the eyes,

I simply thread through crowds impressionless.

Lies under lies, under layers, underlying anxiety,

Overlies the appearance of togetherness.

I won’t look down nor throw up my flamboyance satiety,

I wear my chin high even with my lowliness.

I stay a confident being, though insecure.

I’m almost certain though never sure,

If I stay myself under pressure, under garments

My truest self might be worn out, but never worn off.

[ashestoashesjc]

If I was a great artist, I will draw the entire universe of Wherever. It just feels so real. (highly recommend binge watching the episodes non stop)

Oh, pish posh! I bet your art is 🔥🔥🔥🔥

Thanks so much for the kind words! 

[ruolenna]

After February

Who knew a domesticated God

and a band of monkeys

would be my grasp 

to both fantasy and reality?

Who knew a one-word song

and another artist’s dreams

would become my drive

to create my own?

I wasn’t an artist

at least not yet, 

at most not enough.

Not in the same world as my aspirations

but in worlds beyond

into a world soon becoming.

[ruolenna]

How do I tell you I love you?

You say everything I appreciate about you was born from unappreciative people. Everything I admire from your wisdom, you said you learned from people who knew nothing better. Everything beautiful that I see in you, you say is from a place of insecurity and overcompensation. Every parts of you I want to hold, you feel is too fragile and undeserving.

I can't even tell you of self love

I too have hideous parts built from experiences I wish never molded me. And yet this incomplete version of me, that was born from the ugly little corners of our world, I'm glad. I'm glad that in all of my unbecomingness, I became someone capable of loving you.

I can't teach you love

I won't teach you how to love yourself, but I hope you believe me when I say we can both learn. That maybe when our vulnerabilities eventually open up to each other, all the parts will fit. Not perfectly. Not prettily. Maybe just in a comfortable way. Maybe in our brokenness, we learn how to hold each other right. In ways that used to hurt everytime, but now is just a passing ache of what used to be hated now loved.

We can both learn

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[ruolenna]

[ruolenna]

I wish I knew what true romance was, before I decided that it wasn't for me. I wish I knew what true love was, before I decided that it wasn't real.

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[ruolenna]

This was the same pen

the same paper

I used to write your letters with

Now I'm still writing here

still writing for you

But this page will be bound

this won't be torn

won't be sent

won't be read

by you

I'm writing behind your letter

because I won't fold it

like I used to fold your letters

I won't wre rewrite the erasures

the mistakes

I won't think about you reading them

I don't mind the spacing

I won't mind what doest doesn't

matter anymore

The words will float around

I don't care

can't you understand

my heart?

when written all over?

all over the page?

-humblyperfect

[ruolenna]

To course-correct when things aren't working out isn't like driving straight then swerving to another lane. It's like a sudden hit of the brakes and a sharp u-turn.

Suddenly you're going backwards, suddenly all progress was lost. And yet on your way back, you see how beautiful it once was and see where things went wrong and you realize "This is where I turned the wrong way and this is where I start again."

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