It's nothing

 

I'm not going going to pretend it hurt.

It indeed did. 

I'm not  going to act like I don't revisit that moment from time to time and try to play out different scenarios in my mind.

You already know what you did.

Don't bother asking because you already know.

I accepted your apology along time before ever "actually " formed the words to say.

I was never angry or disappointed in you.

I knew what it was. You showed me time and again.

I just want to know. 

I don't hold grudges.

I let them go.

You wondered why I've become so distant....well now you know.

It's not you.  It's me.

I'm different now.

I've been forever changed.

I know know myself worth.

I now know not go in rooms I'm celebrated in.

I now know the companionships has always been within.

I'm not angry at all.

I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Now I not to expect more from what simply is.

I use to take things super personal.

Now it is what is 

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No less

 

All I can give is what I have.

I can't give anxiety.

I can't give you grief.

I can't give you baggage.

I can't give you turmoil.

I can't give you distrust.

I can't give distractions but I probably can give you a little disappointment and probably some pain.

I can't give sunshine and rainbows all the time.

All I can give is the best authentic me every single day.

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Like that

 

A lot of people call me loner.

Some say introvert.

They say I live in my head.

I would agree with that 

That's where I want to be.

That's the best place to keep tabs on me.

I stay silent so I don't miss a beat.

I like to listen for messages that not spoken with words 

I'm  observer.

I notice a lot.

I see things and people for what they are.

On the surface I may appear to aloof.

That's only because I constantly embrace truth.

Truth is a cruel mistress at times.

If see as distant it may be because I'm shivering from her icy touch.

I say very little but I do very much.

I'm hard to get a read on.

It's not an accident.

I'm like that by design.

I realized early in life I can't be every one's cup of tea.

You something though 

That's perfectly alright with me.

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War paint

 

Your hear sirens and explosions every corner you turn.

You walk  cautiously to avoid

 stepping on potential land mines.

Your  heart is racing fevershiouly trying to escape.

You jump at the sound of the wind when it blows.

Your barely able to sleep because you never know when you'll be attacked.

You walk alone while constantly watching your back.

Your circle is small.

You have many acquaintances but no friends.

You often feel like your between a rock and a hard place and you've reached your wits end.

You wonder where it's all coming from.

Who is this asscalent.

Who is your tormentor.

Why do they seem to keep targeting only you.

You keep wondering what you could have possibly done to them to trigger these chains events.

You'd pay anything for hint or clue.

Don't your stain your brain too hard trying to figure this conundrum out.

They enemy is closer than you think.

The enemy.....is you.

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Choice words

 

Some call me a senick.

Others say I'm delusional.

Many  say I'm arrogant.

A few days I'm rude.

I've heard I'm mean.

Some people say I'm full of it.

A some people say I'm negative.

A whole lot of people say I'm weird.

It's a good thing I don't listen to some people.

It's a good thing for me that I only pay attention to the one voice I need to hear.

They can "think" whatever they like.

They can believe whatever they want to about me.

They can assume.

They can doubt.

They can  mock.

They can even count me out. 

What they can never do is know what I'm truly about.

I'm operating on frequency they'll never be able to hear 

I'm walking at pace they'll never match.

I'm touching things they'll never feel.

I'm authentically walking in my purpose.

I'm uniquely brilliant.

I'm iron clad resilient.

No shade.

No cap.

It's who I be.

It's not a matter of opinion.

It's bonified fact.

Hallzie Allen.

Hallzie the Narrator.

hallzythepoet.

The visionary.

Can you dig that? 

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Words.

Speak well.

Speak life.

Speak light 

Speak wise. 

Speak intentionally.

Speak kindly.

Speak clearly.

Speak with confidence.

Speak with authority.

Speak with conviction. 

Words have the power to build. 

Words can even destroy.

However you choose to speak just make sure you understand what you are speaking.

Words are powerful.

Words have the power to inform.

Words are electric.

Words have the ability to take on shape.

Words can transform.

Words can be instructional.

Words can inform.

Words change the atmosphere.

Words can touch the  souls of those  both far and near. 

Words can illustrate pictures to the blind.

Words can be forgotten but words never fully disappear.

Words become sentient as soon as they leave your mouth.

Do yourself a favor.

Taste your word before you spit them out.

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News flash

 

All your efforts to ruin me are completely in vain.

I'm still winning.

I'm still advancing.

I'm still smiling.

I'm still dancing.

Each time you send your minions to trip me up I only grow stronger. 

I don't miss a step.

I just last longer.

You can't hurt me.

You can't mock me because I don't care.

I enjoy being by myself. 

I don't crave attention like you.

I don't a crowd to acknowledge anything I do.

Your goal is to try to make me so miserable I cry.

You'll never get that satisfaction.

The only tears I weep are the for you. 

How sad you must be to constantly spend all your free time trying to torcher and humiliate me.

You go far as to recruit others to join your quest.

I got news for you all them too.

If my way of life bothers you.... guess what.

I haven't even started yet.

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