This is a personal documentation through poetry.
I am learning to look inward now, give myself love when I least want to. I do not live to love others, I live to love myself. I will find and create what is enough for me, and you will learn to let it...
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"Anything can be art." Well, sure it can. You've a done a fine job of convincing me. The way you broke down in your car was so beautifully pathetic, I feel moved enough to paint your ruin in shaky brushstrokes. Oh, to capture the movement of your fists as they slammed onto the steering wheel . . . Then to your face, and the steering wheel again. If only there were a way to make your painted mouth move, so the viewer could hear you in art form, whisper— What yelling I had to endure— "You're going to leave me." And just like that you painted the very thing you dreaded right into existence.
