Who's going to tell her?
Who's going to tell her that someone came along and made her forget all about it? In fact, it did not take a person to make her forget. It took a lot of unlearning and a lot of leaving. But she's known love, now. And she will be grateful.
Five years.
I’ve loved you for five years with nothing to show for it but a lot of pain.
I want to give up on you so badly but I don’t even know how.
I know that I’ll never be able to let you go.
Alas, I am doomed to love you for the rest of my life and no one else will come close.
I long for the person who makes me forget about you but that will never happen.
How lovely it must feel
To get to be every version of yourself at once.
& Be celebrated and loved for it
Not picked apart & judged for it.
How lucky she must feel
To get to be exonerated of her crimes
& not get accused of paying for it
Either with her body or magic forces.
And all her ghosts line up
on the battlefield erupts
Every kind of chaos you could dream up
After investigation
A review of her dissertation
It may not be so glorious
Maybe I'm not envious
How lonely she must be
When everyone around her is so nuanced
& She doesn't know any better
Just cooperates with whatever
How cursed it must be
To exist on her shadow side
& she cannot escape the chain
ain't ever gonna run away
I have so much anxiety. Because my brain is a perfectionist. I want everything to work out exactly as I think it should and if it doesn’t then i feel like the world is ending.
So i spend so much time in fear of it never working out my way and then it never does.
Nothing is more infuriating to me than when people accuse me of not doing my best when I am trying with everything in me. And for some reason, that's been my entire life. Constantly trying as hard as I can, only to be met by "try harder". I can't.