Love, I promise… you’re better off without me
I’ll fuck up your life, unrecognizably
When you play below your potential… hide from the world… doubt your greatness…
I’ll suffocate your smallness, your ego will hate this
I’ll smother your self-rejections until they can no longer stand
Old friends will say niceties that sound really canned, like
‘You’ve really made something of yourself. You seem so alive!’
You’ll threaten their stagnation… they’ll wonder ‘Maybe… I could thrive.’
I won’t stand for your half-truths, bullshit, or settling
Onwards to a trajectory of incessant up-levelling
This might sound like a lot. Even quite demanding.
But imagine a life so nourishing… with your heart ever expanding
So, yes, I get it… it IS a lot
And if I scare you, don’t give it a second thought.
If you want an ordinary life that is more unassisted,
Then you’re better off without me. Pretend I never existed.
