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Just right

We just did our best and maybe our best wasn't good enough  There is no shame in that, we were just doing what we knew how to do.  Maybe next time our best will be enough  Maybe because our best is better than it was before  We added to it  Changed it Made it digestible  Maybe we didn't change anything at all  Maybe we are still stuck only doing the things we know how to do  Maybe this time it's enough, not because we dressed it up and made it into something it's not No, maybe this time it didn't demand so much of us  Maybe this time we didn't need to break ourselves down into bite sized pieces  Maybe this time we were able to do our best and for each other our best was enough 

Depression

Before I knew it, it was 4am I haven’t felt a breath of air in years All my pain has blended into a lump sitting in the center of my chest I don't think anything has ever weighed more than this feeling I'm drowning again I'm always drowning Always thinking, each thought pulling me further into myself I don't know if i will get out, I don't know if i want to Sinking is all that I know, it's all that I have It's all that I am A sinkhole, piled to the brim that only burrows deeper Lost and then found, found and then lost There is no path here, just choices Right Wrong They hold no power over the outcome I sink regardless

Politics?

Darkness submerges our beings from head to toe, leaving a trail of broken minds and lost souls  Our reality is not one of truth or kindness but one of greed and deception  The brightest of us all cannot shine under the pressure of a looming black hole 

War

Her Mind is at war with itself Two sides of the same jagged edge Half yearns for peace while t he other craves destruction  An enslaved soul forced to bind to the will of a corrupt society Having no desire to make the decisions  Harboring the knowledge that this world Cannot thrive on the foundation man has built  

Body

  This body has been beaten and bruised  Cursed and ridiculed  laughed at and critiqued underfed and overworked  overfed and underappreciated This body has been told more than enough that it does not belong  That it is not enough  That it is too much  This body has learned to feel threatened by the presence of others  This body has been taught pain  How do I begin to search for peace in a space that has never known it? How can I ask this body for the love it has never been shown?
  My spirit is free, she is who she wishes to be and I will never fucking apologize for her again
Face to face  The mixture of our breath raising tension  I wonder how you can be this close and feel so far away  These are the moments we never truly share Our temporary passion stowed away in a small pocket  Handpicked and measured by you, to the sound of my heart on your sleeve