Dysphoria Blues and Rose-Colored Love

SOMETIMES I WONDER WHAT IT’S LIKE IN THAT MAN’S SHOES AND WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE SO LOVED, AND UNAPOLOGETICALLY YOURSELF

SOMETIMES I NEED TO HEAR THAT I’M ENOUGH, AND THAT MY IDENTITY IS NOT SOMETHING SOMEONE WASHES AWAY WITH SUDS WHEN THEY FEEL LIKE IT

SOMETIMES I TRY MY BEST TO BE MYSELF AUTHENTICALLY BUT THE THOUGHTS CREEP IN THAT NO, NO, I’VE ALWAYS BEEN A SENTENCE NEVER COMPLETED

SOMETIMES I WAKE UP AND MY ONLY THOUGHTS ARE WHEN THE END WILL COME TO THIS EXCUSE OF EXISTENCE

SOMETIMES I LOVE EVERYONE AROUND ME WITH NO BOUNDARIES BUT I’M TOLD MY HEART IS TOO MUCH

SOMETIMES I AM NOTHING AND NEVER WILL I BE SOMEONE WORTH YOUR LOVE, OR YOUR DEVOTION, OR YOUR SWEET SWEET KISSES

ALWAYS YOU CONTINUE LOVING ME ANYWAY.

 

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