Prompt Of The Week: "And this time, I'll choose myself."

What's "growing apart" if the growing is only happening on one end?

What could be lonelier than company like that?

I just want us to be able to do our own thing,

And return to you,

Return to anything but finding that you've just been sitting around finding reasons to be dissatisfied with me.

I don't think I'm just relying on video game logic,

Sometimes, progress should just keep building,

Sometimes we don't need to limit ourselves to hasty conclusions.

So, while you've been wasting light over anything with me,

I feel like I've been in the dark, losing sleep.

The things you say just to make me question myself,

If that's what's happening now, again,

This time I'm choosing myself.

I'm less lonely than you, I'll be less lonely without you.

@Clarisse29

There is a beauty in listening, but sometimes also a sacrifice
To put the happiness of someone else, before your own needs
There’s a beauty in sharing the same thoughts, but it comes at a price
We often don’t see it, how the flame that keeps us going has to burn so high, it almost dies
Until it’s too late, we’re burnt out, our heart goes faster, it beats
At a high speed, so not knowing what to do, I take my chances, roll the dice

There is a beauty in feeling rested, and in simply feeling good
Like nothing is impossible, if I had to battle a dragon, I could
There is a beauty in knowing my flame won’t get smaller
Because I am taking care of it, in exactly the way that I should
So this time I’ll choose myself, to let my flame grow taller
I won’t let chance decide, I’ll pick up the fallen dice from the floor, made of wood

- Ocean

@Clarisse29

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@Clarisse29

For too long I have been made to feel less important,
today - I choose myself.

In the name of love, I had been looking for someone else,
today - I look for myself.

Until today I used light to see,
today - I shine myself.

Not waiting longer for a saving grace,
today - I save myself.

After all, who else is gonna do it for me?
I say - I owe it to myself.

@Clarisse29

The sun has not risen and I am awake. This is my space.
The birds will sing soon. The squirrels will be out to harvest for the day and invade my space.
You hear the faint distance rustle of leaves from the light … light wind. It is a fain reminder.

I sit in my lounge chair. No need to close my eyes for there is nothing to shut out. It is just my space.
The silence is deafening. But yet I smirk. It is just me and me.

Cradling a large ceramic cup in both hands as one. The warmth, the heat is almost too much
The aroma from the cup fills your nostrils. Yet the smirk never leaves my face. You inhale the aroma again. My space is safe.

You allow the moment to permeate through your inner space. It touches every corner. The calmness.

That first sip, it *** your lips with its heat and then trails down the esophagus. The pleasure …
A Mild squint comes to the face as you lightly close your eyes. And you release. Do you feel it?

That first sip … That perfect cup in the morning. Your smirk softens to mild smile. Safety, Serenity

Then a cold wet nose enters your space
It is your companion, you open to receive. The inner space expands by one.

The second sip of the cup while the second hand touches the ever of soft fur. The caress of a snuggle and a wet nose. Is this Joy?

Then the second wave of the moment washes over you, just as the sun touches the inner space.

@Clarisse29

"I want to be tagged for more prompts".

Thank you!

Its weird

Knowing you’re in a toxic relationship

But ignoring that fact

just because you love spending time with the person

You’re aware this may be unhealthy

But its all you’ve got

Its the only source of joy

so you exchange numbers

And while there’s the happy times

You’ve got to sift through the bad ones

To get to them

But the happy is worth it

Because..

Without it there’s nothing

So you dash for that phone when it rings

And feel guilty if you miss it

Yet..

Time spent talking to the person feels like a drug

And when that call ends

The loneliness comes crashing back

The sadness resumes growing

And you feel worse than you did before the call

But you pick up that phone anyway

Because what else do you have?

Eventually…

There's a breaking point

Where your head and heart cannot take anymore

So you pick up a brush

And paint redlines.

Then

Afterwards

You realize that

This relationship is Toxic

And you’ve only been getting worse

Ever since you met them

So you follow others’ advice

And cut contact with the person

But you feel no better.

And you keep getting worse

You keep spiraling

The redlines only grow

Yet when you get their call

You hit decline

Because you know

That you cannot let them talk

Or else you’ll be drawn back in

To their druglike company

And that

you'll chose their mental health

over your own

But this time?

You're wiser

You're smarter

You're tougher

And you have the wit

To do what needs to be done

So

You choose yourself

Not them.

@Clarisse29

I set sail amidst the deep unknown sea,

Full of hope that I always wanted to be,

Choosing to carry on and the journey was tough,

Did my best but it wasn’t enough!

In an attempt to fulfill ambitions,

And to never make any mistake..

Hard on self and didn’t realize,

Began to put self at stake.

I’m now learning to grow into the space

That everything else once used to occupy,

This time I’ll choose myself,

I’ve promised me that I’ll always try.

It's a season of sadness

Or maybe not that

Not feeling sad

not happy or mad

Not really feeling at all I guess

Except in those moments when one catches their breath

Wet-blanket feeling

Like everything's damp and dim

Feeling uncomfortable and needing to stim

Not sure how to move

But that's alright

Trying though it's still hard to just sleep at night

A season of dull

Restless in my mind

But in the next season

It's rest that I'll find

-L. Cheese

I'm not doing very well recently

Pleasing others and worrying

I've done my best but more than that

I'm overworked and feeling bad!

I keep staying up late

Past bedtime

And I can't sleep well although I try

So instead of working all night long

I'm off to bed now

I've waited for the load to end

But instead an enemy I'm now my own friend

I'm choosing myself over school tonight

But I'll be back at it again in the morning light