And like a bad habit
I find you hard to break
To rip from me
And set myself free
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The hurt and pain
The lust and ecstasy
Everything I thought I had in you
Was addiction and lack of control
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In him, I chose everyday
What I thought I had in you
When all you were
I had convinced myself I needed
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Once so out of touch
I was blind
Submerged in the lies
I thought I had in you
It turned into a shackle
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You are what came before
A bitter truth
I swallow now
As I move through the eye of the storm
I am left with the aftermath
I bid farewell
To what I thought I had in you
About the Creator
Jazzy
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Head of the Jazzy Writers Association (JWA) in partnership with the Vocal HWA chapter.
Vale Perficientur
"My tears need a minute to find the edges of my face. If you'll please excuse me." The sarcasm stabbed into Juliana’s heart. Antonia glared at her from the pit of the Lyceum as her student fought to hold back tears that had nothing to do with the pain in her fingers. “You’re better than this, again.”
By Matthew Fromm5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
This was so poignant yet so powerful. Hindsight is 20/20. Loved your poem! Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️