Letting someone in
Letting you love me
First means to admit I haven't been loved enough
To admit how desperately I want it
I believe I am a mystery
The truth is I am bare
Perhaps this is why I do not leave my house
For if anyone dared to look close enough
They'd see everything
Every Scar
Every Crack
Every infomercial detailing me
From point A to Z
Perhaps this is why I am so deeply disappointed and dissatisfied with people
In my surface-level interactions with them
It's not fair; it's not their fault. They don't deserve
And yet.....
Perhaps I judge others so harshly because I cannot yet seem to accept my own flaws
I cringe at everyone because I cringe at myself
A mirror of this magnitude
And of my own making
To be the harbinger of my own suffering is a fate I never would have walked had I known what it cost
But I didn't know though
I didn't
And I wish I did
Oh, how I wish I did.
About the Creator
Amanda
Angst? Just an esoteric soul wrapped up in 21st-century BS hoping one day it'll make sense where I fit into all of it; one day I'll see the light at the end of the tunnel. For now... I write because if I spoke, the words might be lost
A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶3 days ago in Petlife
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