Mess

good morning perceptionists 💙 I know it’s been a minute but I am back (dont wanna bore you with the details), today I’m gonna post a very special piece, I wrote it at my most vulnerable, I hope you enjoy it💙

Mess

I’m a beautiful mess…
Put together by pieces of my sorrowful past.
An image mirroring my mistakes of an unforgettable me that seems to be forgotten, apparently the me I was didnt touch as many lives, so everyone doesnt remember me, all they see is the monster immitating me, difference is, she’s destroying everything she touches, especially me.

I’m a beautiful mess,
A cascade of thunder feels that bangs into my memories, causing showers of headaches that bounty my peace, and leaves me in pieces. A hunter that steals my soul and leave me with a hole but promises I’m whole.

I’m a beautiful mess, that no one can clean up, that I cant even dress up, a mess that I cant look at, even my shadow ran away from me, it doesn’t recognize what its supposed to be reflecting. In the mirror I see nothing but a shell of who I used to be, now I’m not even a who, I’m a what. That fails to answer that question. Knowing the answer is key to knowing me but the question remains and all I am are remains so no one can answer the question cause not even the key remains.

I’m a beautiful mess of storms and blackened passageways that lead to nowhere, getting to know me is a game of maze. I’m a beautiful mess of tangled missing puzzle pieces, whoever plays me still leaves me with strings that we had agreed wouldn’t attach, and who ever tries to put me together loses the game, I’m a predictable spirit.

Noms❤

Thank you sooo much for tuning in and reading what lives in my soul💙

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