"It's not my fault..."
I kept telling myself.
My head was spinning, stomach was churning, throat was parched.
I didn't mean for it to happen.
"We were just having fun..."
He said.
There was no intimacy, no attraction, no reality.
The air was soft and the sun was dim to its point.
I thought it was a fun evening.
I got a massage, and that's where the turning point came.
Of course I was nervous, but I winged it.
"......"
We both thought.
Justin Timberlake was in my head
"You could be my baby
When I look at my lady,
Girl, you amaze me
Ain't gotta do nothin crazy
See all I want you to do is be my love."

But I kept telling myself, it's not my fault it happened.
That shindig was kept quiet.
Only between the people.
Hey, I'm a teenager.

The anchor has rose up from its deep weighed level pressure. It isn't as heavy,
I can hold it with one hand.
I can use it for important uses.
The anchor may have rust stains, rugged edges, bent tips, and crisscross seaweed,
but i can use it.
This anchor has been through steeps of rubble and underwater debris,
But i can use it.
Nothing can pull my anchor back to the bottom drenches.
It'll stay up, thank you very much

Like paper boats,
Love floats, then when it's damaged
Soiled
Crinkled
Damaged
Torn
Old,
It sinks and fades away.

The truth is, there is no line. There's only your life, how you mess it up, and who is there to save you.
Or who isn't.

Sometimes, the key to making progress is to recognize how to take that very first step. Then you start your journey. You hope for the best and you stick with it, day in and day out. Even if you’re tired, even if you want to walk away. You don’t. Because you are a pioneer. But nobody ever said it’d be easy.