personal – baby g’s diary

becoming, #6

maybe things would have been different if i had loved you more
but i did
and i think i did my best

did you?

if all living is merely performance, then may we dance until we drop dead

with tenderness, kindness, an acceptance of the past, and hope for the future

all you, all you, always been you

with greed comes punishment, and with love comes — with love comes what?

i want to be better for those i love — but perhaps more importantly, for myself too

what brings us together, what drives us apart… the same thing, corrupted by familiarity

prioritise, persist, and you will win the war — even if defeat looms in the current battle

your time will come, babygirl — and i wish you nothing but happiness

hook, line, sinker, fire,
burn

i love being surrounded by sharks. eat me up and spit me out, baby — your bite marks define me