Oct 10, 2014
#more #CoreStrength #LegRaise to #ClockWork from #11to1
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#more #CoreStrength #LegRaise to #ClockWork from #11to1
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Gold as sunrise painless confession Unlikely lovers Unkempt silk lining on fur coats money, but still broke I left him coy I left him loved I left him indifferent I loved, I inisted I faced no resistance Afloat in the wake of his other lovers' take on happiness at half mast ring but an empty glass heartache but it wont last I left him coy I left him loved I left him indifferent I loved, I inisted I faced no resistance love too cold to be lifted monogrammed possessions with now severed initials I ran ahead of me our love was hers now I see a passionless affair im not bitter anymore an unbought dream no price tag but it aint free closed at opening times I inhale for the opening line I wake alone I wake alone at no price, love at his price, me
Mannerisms
I am contrived. Each glance. Movement. An emboss of former women, their glamour, their glory, and I stand tall in stolen gestures, with artful indifference, that I bled over to imitate. Coy, yet alone.
Personal Observation #1
When I was 10, I thought by the time I left middle school I would have a boyfriend and finally grown out my hair and have fallen in love and would be thin.
What pressure to put on myself! But it was always for superficial things like a guy a hairstyle the width of my thighs never really for myself because a part of me still operates under the illusion that my happiness is derived from how I look. I think I've realised we do this all the time.
When I was 14, I thought by the time I was 18 I would have a boyfriend and finally grown out my hair and have fallen in love and would be thin but I don't have those things.
The last stressful two years of my schooling I would fantasize about university in my quiet moments, I would have a boyfriend and finally grown out my hair and have fallen in love and would be thin and you know what?
I realised that I've just repeated the process I have no boyfriend I have short hair I have never been in love and I have re-defined 'thin'.
And maybe now that I've postponed this personal renaissance to 20, I should know that we never really become who we wanted to become at 10 or 14 or 18 and that shouldn't be disappointing, because maybe that's just the cycle of life. Or just the cycle of mine.
BUT - I feel I'm on the edge of something really great. It's not university and it's not really that I've learned to accept myself (because I haven't really) but I will not measure my happiness by the length of my hair.