I still get up and freshen up in the mornings,
Because that’s what I always do…
I always push through.
I sometimes don’t know how to define my face.
So I mask it,
pretending to be better than I actually lead on.
With the lights off,
I feel a lil insignificant,
Because my confidence
Is solar powered and
My dreams aren’t real.
I haven’t felt
Lingering kisses on my soft skin.
As much as I would like to deny it,
I hate sleeping alone.
But I’ve been pushing the passed few days.
I think I’m going to be okay. . .