Screw these unnecessary insights.
My mind is boggled by.
I can hear myself think and the frame of your face highlights.
So I stand in front of my mirror, I’ll wait.
Blast music I love, seducing myself in having some faith.
All that I want for me will suit you very fine.
But we need more time alone to be align.
Cinnamon
I would like some sugar in my tea.
But what I like doesn’t matter.
Like the cold of an old winter, my already sweet dead heart.
And the lost attempts of warming it with sugared water.
Let me try some cinnamon for now.
Letting time in and.
Let all that I desperately want go by.
And give in to nothingness somehow.
M.P.Yasmine
Time
I’m sick of time and more.
Time needed to go.
So I tried to ignore time for some time.
But time kept staring at me.
And when I stared back.
I knew it takes a little time to love time again.
M.P.Yasmine
I am
”I am mine.
Before I am anyone else’s.”
M.P.Yasmine
You
”What I see in you.
Must be something I couldn’t see in myself.
And probably is something no one else can see.”
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M.P.Yasmine
You’re safe
”When you move with good intentions.
Grow with love and be compassionate.
The people at the opposite will fall back.
And can’t reach you.
You’re safe.”
M.P.Yasmine
Boundaries
”You don’t have to toughen up and thicken up your skin.
Create boundaries that protect your softness and sensitivity.”
M.P.Yasmine
The new me
When I think about the old me.
I have a lump in my throat.
A pull on my heart strings.
Sometimes I miss her.
The good laugh, the numbness.
and all that she couldn’t see.
M.P.Yasmine
Life
The urge.
The itch.
Scratching layer after layer.
I’m angry and totally sick of it.
Punching the ball of rage.
Blunt, bruised and blackened.
Through healing I’m bleeding.
I cry oceans from grief.
So I can swim my way to freedom.
And one day be weightless.
No urge, no itch.
Featherlight and fly.
Living my life.
M.P.Yasmine
Space
Bruises cover my legs.
I’m bumping into life straight ahead.
Tables and cabinets I do not see standing.
my vessel stumbles in to taking her space.
I even stomped my foot on something stubborn.
It left me purple and doubting.
Reclaiming your space can be scary and hurting.
M.P.Yasmine
Stockholm
I knew this girl.
I knew her well.
I lived with her broken spirit for quite some time.
And with her judgement many more years.
Sadly she never got the chance to meet me.
Only the version of me she was told I would be.
Now she lives in Stockholm.
Once in a while I feel the urge to bring her home.
But then I think clearly again,
With the authenticity of my blooming soul,
That she will never be able to see.
Without knowing the real me.
Without my judgement.
For her Stockholm is the place to be.
M.P.Yasmine
.
“No.”
M.P.Yasmine
Doors
“Growth is closing doors and open new ones by yourself.”
M.P.Yasmine
Snakepit
“You can not see in a snakepit. But if you do, get out!”
M.P.Yasmine
The Opportunity
”I’m selling each cell of my old body.
The old me.
And not even to the highest bidder.”
M.P.Yasmine
Eyes
“I have a new pair of eyes. They love to weep a little more lately of all the beauty they’re able to see.”
M.P.Yasmine
Feathers
Finally she came to the conclusion.
She didn’t want what she wanted.
Wisdom fell right into her lap.
And now she covers her lap with small feathers of discipline.
M.P.Yasmine
Growth
“I’m dating boundaries and I can’t wait to get married.”
M.P.Yasmine
Growth
”Before, everything was in silence.
My pain and the cracks in my heart.
After, there was life and more than my own life.”
M.P.Yasmine
“Unlearning thinking in favorites is my new favorite type of growth.”
M.P.Yasmine
2021
”The year death stared me in the face, so I thought.”