🖤 It is such a struggle 🖤 originally written February 4, 2017 Such a strange illusion when a darkened porch actually contains a bright...

Fantasies fade. They always do. The shine dulls, the faults surface, and you're left with the real. The bitter. The breathless. The broken. But I am not your fear. I am not the mistake you rehearse when you're looking for someone to blame. I am the one who chose to change.