I open my heart so foolishly.
I say things so loosely.
But they are put together and worded rightly, just perceived and taken lightly.
I give my love, and hope for it to be reciprocated.
It is, nonetheless, I’m not negating.
But it is so artificial and I am none of that.
This marks a chapter where I continue alone, but willingly.
I loved too much, and to too many.
I admit that, but there is no wrong in that.
It just shows a pattern of the divine feminine – in this generation.
Lost and insecure.
Heartfelt, but impure…
Some girls say that they want a kind of guy, and I come and they fall in love.
To only second guess, and to see that they need work on themselves.
I could have helped…
I write this with resentment.
Coping to reach contentment.
I love you Kylie.
