#tm2019

[the-fancies-of-a-twisted-maiden]

Do you ever have that feeling of home, that connection, that easy chemistry with someone, but they can’t see you? They look directly at you, but they still can’t see you.

The real you, the light and dark pieces, the quirks that make you uniquely you? Or the real you just isn’t good enough?

I’m destined to never be enough, not the right one, not sexy enough, pretty enough, smart enough to capture their attention, or their heart, or the desire to claim me as their own. Someone they can’t imagine living without.

Lust is easy, almost anyone will fuck you, that doesn’t mean they care, or you matter, or they want you for you.

[the-fancies-of-a-twisted-maiden]

She used to love..

She used to wish upon stars..

She used to dream of happy endings and riding off with the prince, the perfect fairy tale ending..

She’s older, wiser, decidedly more cynical..

She’s discovered the joy in not caring, the simple freedom of not relying on others, for love, for happiness, for the perfect fairy tale ending..

Some people are meant to be alone, she’s discovering that she’s come to terms with temporary dalliances, temporary feelings, broken promises, and the silence of her empty bed..

It’s easier than the messiness of feelings not returned, promises never kept, and the pain of never being enough..