You, my Knight of Swords, my prince; me, your princess, asleep. You sucked death out of me- my lips, your lips; first, it was the mouth, then it became the nipps; you made me a new person, from my hair to my feet.
My death settled on your tongue, it poisoned your words, and with each passing day, you reminded me that I once was dead, and that I owe you my life. Our fairytale was over, my prince was killing me, I was dying again.
We are going to play Ex and Oh today, me and him. I’m preparing to have the best lines, give him reasons to spit “oh”s. I miss him terribly, I love him still, but the feeling isn’t mutual to me. He seems to have more than enough “O”les at his disposal. So today, I place an “X” on my heart, today, I cross the bullshit.
A comfort zone can be a discomfort zone. It’s a comfort zone because you have this and that…and those, but it’s a discomfort zone because you want something better, you want to go somewhere better, and you are unsure of what the consequence of stepping out would be since you would most likely not have access to the comfort zone provisions anymore if you do step out, but you want to. You, very badly, want to… ☀🌞
Everybody wants to advise you; everybody wants to contribute their two cents, even when they need it more than you do. Everybody wants to dissect you into two; “I’m not a fish, honey, don’t be a fish too.” Everybody wants to teach you what they know, whether or not it’s the truth.
“I know my right” today, “I know my right” tomorrow. One day, your right will be all you have left.
It’s your right to not give your chair up for a person with a disability, and it’s your right to not let a car merge in front of you, but these are examples of instances where you can display good attitudes as an individual and a citizen.
Death didn’t spare my previous knight on his way to meet me, so he became death. He died; he was dead inside. He broke hearts and ripped souls, but I welcomed him with open arms. Totally rejecting the idea that he was completely dead, I tried to fix his wounds. He snatched my heart and broke it in six, and I let myself die the 6th time.
Look, I am very quickly becoming death; so, find another queen. My flowers are not yours to wet; my heart’s not yours to win.
Note: Your knight was/is not Death, queen; your real knight will come!