The chanted phrase like my fears haunting
Winterson's "Written on the Body"
Eliciting cringes from my own.
"Plenty of fish in the sea."
"Time heals all wounds."
"It's meant to be." "It wasn't meant to be."
Fuck it, I want to say some days,
Who are you to tell me it'll get better?
Who are you to act like you know how I feel?
Some days I even fool myself
But more often than not
If I'm being honest
"I think it's all going to stay the same."
This dialogue? It only holds true on my weakest days.
The days when all I can do is view myself through your eyes.
But the truth is, more often than not I'm strong.
My weak days are just so draining and all consuming and crippling that I pay them more mind.
Maybe the problem with cliches is... they're someone else's words.
Sometimes... sometimes we need to speak for ourselves.
Develop a new language.
See things through our own eyes.
Because in the end, all you ever have is you.
You've got to love yourself before you can love someone else.
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