Freely Conceited


I like to imagine that there is

an easier way to go about this.

But it’s a lie.

Maybe I’m in love with the idea that I can be

saved. I don’t believe

in knights in shining armor.  I can’t shake

the idea that maybe someone out there is falling in love

with me—

and isn’t that just a bit conceited?

But the thing is, it helps me fall in love with myself,

which probably sounds worse.

If someone else is secretly pining after me, then why

can’t I flirt with my beauty,

find my flaws adorable and be embarrassed

by praising my own achievements?

I wonder if maybe that’s the way it’s supposed to be.

Loving yourself, and setting all the amazing light

inside us

free.

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About thefreescribbler

My life is one of words. I am a scribbler, whose thoughts are best expressed through adjectives and phrases and punctuation marks. I would not go so far as to call myself a writer, although many would disagree. I’m characterized more by my unfinished works and half-embodied ideas, scraps of stories and parts of poems. Maybe one day I’ll be a writer, but I’m okay with being a scribbler right now. It fits my personality and style, and best expresses my aims. I’m not trying to create some lofty version of literature. I’m just a kid blogging about life. View all posts by thefreescribbler

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