My biggest regret hasn’t happened. Yet. It’s always the next corner. It’s the monster under my bed and inside my closet. The unknown fuck up. I’m not saying I don’t have my regrets and demons but it’s the one that has yet to come that terrifies me the most. The ‘what if’ that tomorrow always brings. It’s the beauty of anxiety. She wraps her gnarled hands around my neck, promising me the fruit between your thighs if I just give in. I’ve spent so many nights counting headless sheep as they jump past my metaphorical fence. My diamond thoughts turn back to coal as she whispers the self-fulfilling prophecy. I’m not a fucking heroine. I’m not the happy ending at the end of a story. The best I can promise is to continue to break myself in order to rebuild.
Rebuild me. Shape me into something better. I want to be your happy ending.
Created: May 12, 2017Lenore_Blackwood Document Media