Mismo

I no longer want to be around who thinks they know me best, bc that’s who will do you shittier than the rest.

I lead with trust until you give me a reason to take it back. I’m skeptical of all persons bc we all yearn the same. But my expectations of those I love blind me from their wickedness.

Just bc the gaze in the eyes is different; doesn’t mean you aren’t the same. Just bc you’ve been kind at one time than others have been in a moment; doesn’t mean you aren’t the same. Compulsion and greed look different in different people, but it’s the same evil that masks the ability to truly reciprocate.

You bring the same pain, same lack of closure, the same dangle of the fishing pole. The same disappointment. The same hurt. The same old song. The same shame. The same “You know better… smh why did you let it get this far?”

Everything has a cycle and I’m glad it has ended. The circles I was running were making me dizzy with resentment. My heart has been tired of giving the empathy to everyone but myself.

Learning to turn the other cheek. No equating the energy bc I don’t want to vibrate low anymore. No more giving life to inanimate ppl. Being a martyr doesn’t mean I have to die miserable. Showing mercy to me and choosing not to waste my breath.