After
I can only share the poetry I have written when it doesn’t hold the same power over me as they once did when I first wrote them. Here’s the first of many I have let go of.
By DeeDee CPublished 8 years ago • 1 min read
The battle with yourself after heartbreak is the hardest
Your view of yourself has been tarnished
No one to be there through the screams
Only place you feel comfort is in your dreams
Repeating again and again “it’s not what it seems”
Coming back to reality is what I need
Away from the fantasy I had for us
Back to building myself with no fuss
My dignity, self esteem and trust
Gone.. just like that..
I’m almost in a rush
To get back to me, the me before us.
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