Dance with me Shift Change positions With me Let’s get lost And find you in me And me in you Let’s work together To make sure We both get through Cuz life can be a shithole Or it could be a beautiful dance With just me and you -Saschia
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The Good Fight
I’m tired I continue to sacrifice sleep And the tired is getting to me Getting tired of being mature Of being conscious Of being awake It’s tiring to focus on my own growth To focus on the development of my character Especially, when I’m just too tired But we do it, right We continue theContinue reading “The Good Fight”
I Choose Captain
I am my own vessel At all times I am capable of navigating the open ocean I can be the captain And face the storm Or I can let someone else Lead my vessel That choice is always Mine -Sasch
Cling
Sometimes it’s as simple as visiting your your grandmother Or chewing the same flavor gum you chewed in highschool But most times it’s letting go of something you’re not ready to let go of And that’s the simple truth we should be clinging to -Sasch
The Act of Loving Myself
Love is an act not a feeling The feeling is anxiety Same feeling you get on a roller coaster Or right before you’re about to speak When I say love, I’m referring to the verb. I will love myself with actions I will love you with my actions It’s a bonus when you get bothContinue reading “The Act of Loving Myself”
Out in the Open
Hiding in peace No, not hiding Just put away in no special order Head on her shoulders Hips below her waist But her mind it’s in the books And late night conversations It’s searching out in the open While everything else Is not hiding No, not hiding Just put away in no special order -Saschia
The Dance
The walls dance around me The floors present and safe Until there’s a gap Between the floor and my feet The tea is ready the carpets are slapped clean Let me see Let me see Ah, the walls waltz a waltz I know Shall we dance The walls shift and play And I scream withContinue reading “The Dance”
Self-doubt
Self-doubt is a bitch She sneaks up on you with questions Simple logical questions And then she brings in reason And your well-meaning friends That’s when everything you wanted to do becomes a mountain Do it anyway Fuck self-doubt and all her questions
Her Approval
She is filled to the brim With her own approval There were days when she looked for it in others But one day she decided the only one she needed approval from was herself
He Is
He is something I want to myself He is real and innocent He reminds me of Christmas morning The moment you unwrap the only toy you asked for Or that burst of energy you’ve been waiting for since noon He’s a tight squeeze on a rough day And just the words you need to hearContinue reading “He Is”
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