The Road Home
I let you buy me roses.
You let me buy you things.
I never watered the roses.
You never took care of the things.
You wanted to come back over.
I didn’t want you to.
You tossed the things all over.
The roses got scattered with the things.
Now our love is over,
But maybe it was just another one of those flings.
-M
Cold
Shaking
Never knew fear could be felt so hard
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Terror
Trauma
Death feels like it is trying to take me away
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Visions
Dreams
Hoping all of this is not for no reason
⁃ M.
Stress and Struggle
Combining words, due to stress.
Really no one left to impress.
Hoping for one more chance.
Nine lives, like a cat, could be.
Maybe one day I will learn to dance with the shadows of my past.
Maybe one day I will learn to appreciate these current struggles.
For now I will be here, laying in sorrow, learning to forgive myself,
Learning to trust myself,
Trying to believe that it will all be okay.
⁃ M.