kismet
I love being a lover girl. I love heartbreak. I love it all. This is what I am here to do. P.S. I don't know when I wrote this, but it was probably sometime in 2024. I found it in an older journal.
to be be pink and then be blue and to burn and to be born again and again.
to be brave and to be broken to be home and to be displaced again and again.
to stand and to fall and to love, to have my soul crushed and my wings ripped out to stand in the mirror and watch my back bleed again and again.
my kismet to live and to die again and again, give my soul to these strangers again and again.
why?
oh, to love is to be alive.
oh, to love is to fly to run away, to flee and to find myself again and again and again.