Your breathing exercises &
teaching new friends how to run through them
like old friends once did
Sitting in total silence or nodding your head
in agreement as you listen
I know now exactly how
to rub his back when he wants some comfort,
to hold her hand to help halt self-harm
I have favorite quotes, and names, and lyrics
backed up in my brain, ingrained in an invisible locket
not because I want to, but because they may be needed
Tell me all your secrets, no need to bring mine to your grave
Who else determines your level of intelligence,
your lack of self-confidence?
Why do we let society get the best of us
time and time again?
Why do we have to take so many tests
to figure out our self-worth?
Why do we need to ask who our friends are?
How on earth
do we manage to let our paranoia ruin us,
let our weakness or our cowardice run us
Our insecurities, our attention cravings,
the words that one bitch always says get into our heads
He’s a dick, he won’t ever value you as a person
so why care so much about his opinion?
Maybe you care too much about that friend
Perhaps you let yourself fall too far for that person that you’re with
You’ve gotten lost instead of learning to love yourself further;
learning to like life that much better
Why is it
that their emotions determine your happiness?
That their existence somehow affects you in the slightest?
Love is not a social construct, nor is it a social contract
It is not sparks when lips collide, nor is it drawing initials inside of hearts
Lately, it seems as if it’s an actual feeling, but
can that be?
My favorite things are the people that I’ve come to know
they’ve shown me that the universe is out of my control,
they’ve taught me to never lose sight of hope
I’ll play this stupid game, for what choice do I have
but know that I will never sell your little lies
and I like to think I’ll always be a good kind of bad