We try so hard sometimes to fit into worlds we aren’t compatible with. It took too long for me to realize I had a lot to offer to the right person. I finally started building a nest my way and home came to me.
I tried to weave myself into a life
Just a comfy place I could call home
Maybe a small piece of gray or pearl
Tucked in between some sky blue
Or maybe into some sexy black lace
But I’m built of twine and cottony seeds
A bit prickly like cactus leaves
No softness or green left in me
Just a throw away mix of dry dead leaves
I really did try to weave myself into a life
And learned I couldn’t weave for shit
HASTYWORDS 
Sometimes, we desperately feel the need to, find that, sense of belonging, that love we want to have, we change ourselves, to, fit to the, “perfecr image” of what love should be, and, we end up, losing sight of, who we are, originally, and, we realize, we hate this version of our, brand new, selves…and that, is what we get, when we let our, external environment define, us.
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