I am an option,
One you’ll tire of,
When another of yours,
Posts a sexier photo than I.
Author: bohotea
2022, therapy is self-care
Towards the end of last year, I learnt the valuable lesson in self-care by staying firm with my boundaries, even at the risk of conflict and saying goodbye to a few people in my life. This year seems to be a fight and a test of strength, but if it’s taught me anything, it’s that I can heal and celebrate my inner child.
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Let sunshine fill my days,
May I bottle it, keep a jar,
For a rainy day that drowns me,
May the rays keep me warm,
Until I find the right path to be on.
I don’t belong
Am I tied to a place-
That sends me sinking,
Into an abyss of self-loathing,
A weight in the pit of my stomach,
Knowing I don’t belong here.
Love Thyself
The forgiveness and love I give,
So freely to others in abundance,
I deserve to give to myself too.
It’s okay
Honey, it’s okay,
You can ignore it,
It’s only my heart.
Strangled Thoughts
My voice is strangled,
Words cut off from the source,
I wish so much to tell you things,
But if I do, I wonder what you’ll think-
Of me by the end.
Clay
I yield,
As soft as clay,
An unnamed victory.
Drowning
I thought I could tell you everything,
Then I realised that by doing that,
I pushed myself further out to sea,
And now I’m drowning.
Cherished and Loved
I collect our memories,
Polaroids and old tickets,
Moments I cherish,
Though not as much-
As my love for you.
Bohotea 