Pretty Words About Hard Things

Hi, I'm back with a poem because pretty words are the only way I've been able to release and accept the hard experiences that I am having. It's open for interpretation but the meaning behind this one is how it feels when you don't actually end up with your twin flame (you know, the brutally intense relationship that is the world's largest mirror, presses on every wound you've ever acquired while simultaneously uniting you with parts of yourself you've been been searching for since forever, 🤡). Yep, that one. They say you wouldn't meet this person if you were not prepared for the journey, though (insert more clown emojis), I don't know that I was really all that "prepared" for mine. And also, wtf to the Mandee that signed my contract for this life on Earth. Not gonna lie, ya did me dirty, this is kind of bull shit (lol).

If you've been through this then you might understand how disorienting it can be. No one but you can truly help you... not science, therapy, your mother, energy, tarot, other humans (though these tools will be incredibly helpful if you’ve got them)... it's just a journey you have to brave through. You literally just have to get through it and try not to ask yourself why too many times. Anyways, if you've been lead here and are looking for something, then I hope you find this relatable and that it encourages you to be courageous and a little less hard on yourself.

Pro Tip: On the hard days, take yourself out for ice cream

Remember? “I’m coming home, hold on” “I won’t be long, hold on”

Remember! “I’m not going anywhere” “I want you, you’re home”

Words and actions are so different And it’s not your fault, Nor mine. No, this is a soul contract, to which you and I subscribed.

Maybe it’s your charisma, Maybe it’s your charm, Maybe we’re in a toxic trauma bond, I’m drawn to you.

Maybe it’s scary, Maybe it’s twin flame-y, Maybe you were never the one for me. Yet still, I’m drawn to you.

When you left, it felt like a split in my soul. You, a lost bit of myself, And meeting her made me feel whole.

I found you, Then subsequently had to say goodbye. It’s not just you that I am missing, It is a grief that I cannot describe.

This isn’t something science can explain Nor, my mother Nor, logic Nor, humankind

It drives me insane, not understanding Likely that’s the idea

Integrating all these new parts of me and “Letting go”... please be more than just a mantra.

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♥️ The unbound pages of Beth