Another break from breaking boys

I USED TO…

Have so much emotion that my pen never left the page,

Look at everything with rose colored glasses,

Think that I could fix anyone that came across my path,

Believe that my purpose was to break boys’ hearts,

Trust in God.


I USED TO…

Love with limits,

Pretend not to care,

Fake my independence,

Follow the leader,

Lie through my teeth.


I USED TO…

Allow myself to get stepped on,

Define myself in other people’s eyes,

Hold back tears,

Avoid confrontation,

Be restless in my own skin.


NOW I…

Write with a steadiness, which comes from steady emotions,

Look at most things with rose colored glasses,

Think that some people need to fix themselves,

Believe that my purpose is yet to be determines,

Trust in a Higher Being.


NOW I…

Love without limits,

Pretend to be confused,

Fake my intelligence,

Follow my own lead,

Lie only when it’s necessary.


NOW I…

Allow myself to get out from others’ feet,

Define myself in my own terms,

Hold back nothing,

Avoid yelling matches,

Am comfortable in my own skin.