practicing how to say no
how to stop the rain from falling
how to love oneself better than
plainly giving love and expect to be loved
the same way
i know street lights might look like stars
on the darkest of nights but they’re not
the things you thought are so important now
might be forgotten through time
i pictured myself an igneous rock
that lets other people grind and polish
until it loses its shape
and now that piece of rock is round and beautiful
but i don’t want that anymore.
t.l.
i wanna go back to my original form
Tsunami of Words 