I’m no graphic designer, but I can doodle a good imagination.
One that leads me to be the person I can fall in love with.
A person of worth, grace, and beauty that has yet to be painted because those colors are still evolving to the perfect shade of blue.
Then I’d take that imagination and put it on paper while my soul brushes the moments I learned to let go.
It’s real now.
It exists for you not to exist.
Not anymore.
I’m my own inspiration now.
Designing a type of kindness that you will never comprehend because you do not have the capacity to.
You said you were planning on forever with me, but your forever had a time stamp and mine was infinite.
But, I’m done bashing on you because that’s not who I am.
I’m entitled to have feelings, yes, but I will no longer let you live for free in
my mind,
my imagination,
my matter.
I’m no graphic designer,
but I can doodle a good imagination,
bring it to fruition,
and dance
and dance
and dance
until my feet bleed love into the soil of this earth that deserves it more than you do.