August 23rd, 2021
When you have love, and the warmth that comes from it, what else do you need? What else could you need? It's a question I thought I knew the answer to for several years, too many to count. Since I first had that blossom of a feeling, it was all I could ever need. If the one I loved could love me back I could float away on the ocean and you wouldn't hear a complaint from me. I could be on my death bed with a smile because I was holding my lover's hand. Nothing could steer me astray from the life I've achieved . . . But then what? I've dedicated my entire life to loving someone and being loved back, that I forgot about me. I forgot about my clothes that covered the floor of my bedroom. I forgot about the small bags of food and molded drinks coating the tops of my dressers. I forgot about the responsibilities I had of cleaning the kitchen dishes and sweeping the hardwood floors. I go days on end without taking care of myself. I forgot to drink water. I forgot to eat hearty foods. I stuff my body full of things so it'll quiet down, and when I see her in the mirror she's screaming at me. I hate my vanity mirror the most. I can see the entirety of what I've let build around me. I'll break it someday, trust me. This bubble is so comfortable and soft and pink, I don't have to be touched by the things outside. I don't have to do anything but fall into the arms of my baby. I don't have to do anything but let him hold me and tell me I'm okay, and that what I'm doing is okay. Nothing can touch me in this bubble I've blown.
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Holeheart
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