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Intricate

Soft
warm
colorful
& idk are these patterns
mind waves
or sunset soul?
now there’s a calm in my
thought maze.
You’re skin is my pastel gaze
I’m realizing it’s not beautiful to waste away
I’m realizing things that could make a grand change
but I’m afraid
because my habits are fragile things.
Beautiful beings of
believing we are
hidden in every gesture or sentence
bursts of hope or compassion
seeing it in glimpses when I don’t
expect it to happen.
I feel like opened flower
like light that has shine
but I can’t become
until I stop picking up what I leave behind.
Try and look in the mirror hold my stomach and think
my bodys a temple i should love it
that way.
Can I love it that way?
it’s hard to further frustrate
i’m trying to communicate to my brain
how i complicate
what i know i want  verses what i am.
my bodys a temple says my heart
but my brain screams i can’t
and i was so proud of myself to think
i am intricate.
to believe your words,
to believe were all breakable
and we should be careful
with ourselves
i almost believed
almost had and grasped it
got healthy and then my
panic wouldn’t let me have it
its simple and its
my black magic.
it’s unreasonable?
a peace i want
but can’t let myself have it..

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