It was an interesting feeling
Releasing the weight of trauma and sorrow
But also feeling more of the weight than ever before
Maybe because I was more aware it enabled me to feel more
How interesting it is that while I find my happiness
I am also feeling exponential sadness
Month: January 2019
Exhausted
Feel me through my words
For I am too tired
To reach out a helping hand
My soul is resting
For I am too burdened
To give you what is mine
Remember me in thought
For I am too tainted
To continue down this path
And just like that
Your lips became
The most familiar touch
That was so far away
If my best was you
Yet, you are not that best for me
Then when will I be my best?
What is the best that I can be?
He said I stole his soul
How silly was I
To believe a soulless person
Can’t easily lie
What's Mine Is Yours 