We let it consume us
Until we have been devoured by
The lack of individuality
That always teetered precariously on the scale
Who are you
Amongst this shared identity
And the blurred lines
That keep getting fuzzier
We let it control us
And allow us to lose ourselves
While searching for the same thing,
Ridding ourselves of the past
We let it discard us
When the other breaks off
And the heart aches for all its ever known
And the empty spaces start to grow
We let it heal us
As we realize we are better off alone
Rather than humoring someone who steals pieces
Of the beautiful being that is yourself
We let it be forgotten
So that it may never kill us
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She Felt Like Home
PoetryOriginal Poetry Collection: We don't get to choose who we love, or when we stop loving those who don't treat our hearts quite right. And sometimes, we don't get to change the fact that even if they weren't the one they still felt like home. And it's...
