opposites
a poem to myself i hate myself and i love myself the most – so fucking great for always pushing myself so fucking horrible for never doing enough so fucking hot when i can get this one man so fucking ugly when he leaves again so fucking smart for leaving my job so fucking dumb for leaving it for art so fucking interesting for being so passionate so fucking boring for talking about the same shit so fucking loving falling left and right but so fucking hating cause i won’t even try so fucking clear about what i need to do so fucking lost in the anxiety of doing it so fucking hungry for more attention so fucking stuffed with everyone's opinions so fucking tired from overexerting so fucking awake when it's time for resting so fucking brave for using my voice so fucking scared for them to actually hear it im so fucking done but i haven't even started. they say opposites attract, but they don't meet, they're born and bread simultaneously. how can two things that li...
