i think i’m done pretending. i thought i’d make it— i haven’t. why fake it?
this “confidence” is a shell. i’ve known love that’s pierced its veil.
what if i could let myself be loved as a human? what then? what if i could be a flawed human and bare it all: honest. myself.
what if i surrendered not just all that i am, but all that im not?
what then? what if i surrendered all i wished i was?
what might that be like? do i know how to love myself in that way, to love another in that way?
i think i’m done pretending. with that mask, you try to attract another. little did you know: you repelled what was honest.
no, opposites do not attract. you will not attract something true with pretty little lies. peel off that mask: your true face. there is a beholder who will see beauty.
THE CLOSET MYSTIC 