I have an unhealthy obsession with n*****ً who truly aren't shit for me; Constantly checking up and keeping tabs like I'm waiting for the latest season of my favourite series to drop.
Why am I the one who is down bad?
And how is it easy for you treat me so vain Like I'm not the one with insecurities and abandonment issues suppressed rising to the surface eating away at the very thought of you.
I'm infatuated with the image of you that resides inside my mind, the healed version of you.
Not afraid to speak your whole truth, version of you. Whose integrity and emotional intelligence set him apart from the rest.
I pray this message finds you.
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Growing Pains
ПоезіяA raw and uncomfortably honest reflection on what adulting is really like, from the perspective of a naive 20 something year old.
