embourgeoisé

The people in my life:

I wish I could see them now. Give them a face.

I can’t remember the last time I enjoyed a moment with another person. Where I saw their lightness. Where I had the chance to connect.

Labels are tricky.

I wonder if he feel like more of a man when he puts me down. The moment where he knows that he has my face in the dirt. Ready to push me down a little further.

I still struggle to find my way out of this.