Star-Crossed in Parallel Lines

What Are Limitations?

Compared to everyone else who complains even the slightest touch from a person can cause them anxiety,

I wouldn't know a thing

Because limitations never existed within me

Perhaps it could be that I don't value my body as much as I should

...

Your body is a sacred temple

It should be maintained

Something that shouldn't break down easily from a single touch

Only reserved to those who might as well deserve your heart

I guess my mentality is skewed then

Is my body something that should be well-kept and cherished?

Or thrown away for good use?

I wouldn't know a thing

Because I've been lead by my own emotions

And it's brought me to places

Where returning to how things were before

Is impossible

...

Between pleasure and valuing one's self is a fight where you know which side should win

You have the ability to end the fight

But why bother continuing the fight when it only causes you

Pleasure momentarily

And agony for eternity?

Is it because I believe that I deserve the worst?

Is it because I don't think I should have the right to live?

Is it because since I'm so broken I might as well keep breaking?

Is it because I think my life should consist of chasing dreams instead of living in them?

Turns out

It's all of the above

~going farther then I ever thought I could