Narcissist / Altruist
There’s this tightrope that you’re walking,
And I know it oh so well.
There’s this war raging inside you,
Between heaven and hell.
The grass is always greener,
And you don’t know which to choose.
But whoever is the victor,
You’re always sure to lose.
Tag: poem
This is the end, isn’t it?
And you are here with me again, listening with me: the sea
no longer torments me; the self
I wished to be is the self I am.
Louise Glück, from Meadowlands (via petrichour)
What massacre
happens to my son,
between him living within my skin,
drinking my cells,
my water,
my organs,
and his soft psyche turning cruel.
Does he not remember
he is half woman.
from, nayyirah waheed (via gore-pop)
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