Fatal Lucidity

My adoration is deteriorating as I expose the extinction of loyalty.
I find that my fatuous behavior was pathetic; an endeavor to enchant royalty.
My cave is now somehow brighter with the serenity of my discovery,
yet I await in anxious fretfulness, recognizing that nonchalance will be pivotal in my recovery.  Continue reading

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My Broken Rose-Tinted Glasses

If someone looks at something through rose-tinted glasses, they see only the pleasant parts of it.

This is a phrase that’s been coming up a lot lately, in a uplifting sense. I’m being told to see myself through rose-tinted glasses because I’ve always Continue reading