Success is hard to achieve When failure comes so naturally My existence is cursed Never being good enough Love is not gifted but earned So I’m in short supply But redemption is possible Falters not permanent All I need is to try harder

Mistakes happen, we all make errors. We often think of mistakes as something that should be outlawed. Mistakes happen, humans are fallible but often, the best stories come from our errors. They say to leave room for error but what does that mean? It means that we are bound to make mistakes, it is natural and often times that is where we learn the most. The toughest lessons are often the ones that leave the most bitter taste in our mouths. But there is redemption. Redemption to learn from your mistakes, whether that be putting in more ways to protect your peace or to fix what you did wrong. Redemption to be better, not just the smartest in the class but to better yourself and fix those cracks. Redemption to save yourself from damnation, to be proud of your errors that you one day will look upon and think, I survived because I had the courage to fix what was once broken.

As I look up at the sky. I wonder why they can fly so high. If thou stars can not stay, How do I keep my mind at bay? So, as I shall lay face up. I relive every snippet to the top. Cause if I fall along the way, Isn’t it just how the stars sway?

I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I hurt you; I’m sorry. Up here, the sky’s like your eyes, just so endlessly starry. You’re perfect, so perfect, in every single way. And I’m hoping, just hoping, you’ll remember me always. I’m longing, longing, longing for your love. But that’s something I cannot have up above. If there was any, any, any way that I could have your face. If there was any, any, any way I could feel your warm embrace. I would give it all up, all up, just for you. (My 200th writing!! 🥳)

They say that only the good die young, I guess I’ll live forever. I’ve been trying for forever to get a little better. I’ve been lying for a while, I untether. I’ve been dead inside for years riding the surging tides of all this stormy weather. I confess that I’m a monster hurting innocents. In a sense I think if I would die that you could mend. Worth mentioning that I’m still dying trying to make amends. I said that last line to my demons, now we’re good ol’ friends. I’m glad you see right through the lies and through my ignorance. I doubt I’ll ever see the light again - no recompense. You have no tolerance for me - and I don’t want you to. Why should you let a beast like me lay next to you? This ain’t a petting zoo. I hate the half of me that’s empty - full of apathy. He hates the other half that tries and tries to make you happy. I hope you sleep well tonight, my love, and have sweet dreams. I’ll be in the doghouse - ignore the screaming and the laughing.

Living good lives Eyes like knives So many tries Too many lies Keeping chin up Don’t ever give up Looking straight up Enough is enough Tessa🦋

im so sorry im so sorry that you feel like you have to leave i’m so sorry that this is affecting you i’m so sorry i wasn’t there for you im so sorry i haven’t been a good friend to you im so sorry i wish you didn’t have to leave me i wish we were happy i wish one of my best friends didn’t need to walk away but i understand why and i’m sorry im so sorry and i wish things were different

You sit across the table, Messy hair and charming smile, Unaware of what you’ve done. Sobbing on your bedroom floor, My whole world shattered, Yet you think everything’s okay. Texting, hugging, talking. You say that you have less feelings and attraction, But yet we’re still together. Condescending, not supporting, Yet I still have feelings. I’m walking on a tightrope, Do I fall? Or do I continue walking to come out stronger? My mind is a hurricane of you, Only briefly do I get a break from the storm.

The Weeping Willow had always cried. It were from boys who pulled her ribboned pigtails as if they were church bells, But instead of hearing the chime, they loved watching weeping willow cry It were from the paper cranes that got stuck and tangled in her hair after someone had said they just ‘wanted to play’ It were from blocks they always shook until her castle was no longer stood. Weeping Willow would hide and sulk, Was bothered anyone would look. Was bother anyone would find her and make her pour her heart out, for all the eyes to look. But Weeping Willow found her place, And by the tear filled river she left her grace. As her feet sank to the bottom, Her hair covered her tear stained face. And as time went on, Weeping Willow’s pigtails were no longer there, but replaced with a beautiful stream of down flowing lance-shaped hair.

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