let me summarize:
my experiences are vast
and yet they share a common denominator
my feelings fluctuate
and yet there's one that will always linger
I'm slowly accepting it
as a part of my being
I'm slowly breathing again
as a pattern is leaving
3 second rule
get up!
3 second rule
you're a fuck up!
3 second rule
let's make up
3 second rule
let's break up
for so long I expected it to leave
as if it were an inhabitant scorn
it sure is, that you can believe
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I'm at a loss
What's the point anymore
Writing empty meaningless words
They're just not for me anymore
Writing about my pain
Just not for me anymore
Writing about my sadness
Not for me anymore
Writing about loneliness
Not me anymore
Not anymore
Anymore
More
I find myself needing more.
Never complacent
Never fine
Never okay
Never
Never again
Never again will I
Never again will I be sad
Never again will I be sad like I was before
Never again will I be sad like I was before I met you
Never again will I be sad like I was before I met you and you loved me
Me
You loved me
Every part of me
I'm happy
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YOU ARE READING
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PoetryDiving into adulthood, dealing with loss and love, and trying to figure out who I am. Will I have it all figured out? The answers probably no.
