i trudged along
harboring this guilt
this fear
that im the problem
that im at fault

and it was so heavy

it was a battle
between the utterring in my head
one voice argues i am strong
for lasting this long
the other declares im weak
for not being able to change


but i demanded a ceasefire
gave my condolences to the social casualties
laid to rest my cynical brooding
and resurrected the optimism i once posessed

after registering that i cant be responsible for it all
i cant fix others troubles
i cant mend what has been broken
i cant change the past
but i can shape my future
i can admit to my mistakes
i can renew my confidence

the buoyancy metastisized in me

the seed of exuberence blossomed and out i came
the sun gleamed with vigor
i was restored

- this is the extra rough draft of a poem im working on pls help (via homwrecker)

disheartens:

I hope you fall in love with a man with good music taste and a jawline stronger than your wifi connection

(via t-angy)