And I wonder how empty you must be
that you spend nights envying me
and pass days wishing me ill
How intimidating is my broken
that even without my presence or my touch
it makes the ground of your perfect crumble
My kind heart wishes you nothing but the strength
to gracefully walk those hard grounds of acceptance
I wish you nothing but the ability to heal
from those bruises of your sad reality
It is truly sympathetic to see
how powerless you feel under the weight of your perfection
and eye a mess like me—
who is thriving despite having her world shattered
who is not just content but brimming
despite her flaws
Here’s a piece of advice for you—
Envy is a disease, you must know
And clinging to it so tightly
When it originates from an endless entity like me,
When the source of it is a wild, reckless creature like me,
Will make you desperate and leave you crippled
It will eat you away and destroy you in ways you fail to understand
It will leave you craving for the false and make you chase the ugly
It will push you to fantasize the idea of destruction
Something a woman like me is born out of
My sympathies to your insecurities
but I will never cage my light
For the world knows it comes from the wildest of places
And flows in the purest of forms
My reality is the truth you’ll have a hard time to ingest, I understand
And my heartfelt apology for the havoc I create
But I can’t dim my shine
I refuse to disrespect my fire
So listen to my whispers
Pay heed to these gentle threats
And for the love of God,
don’t come too near
Because the truth is
To the game of flames
I bring a goddamn wildfire
— The Unfathomed
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