More Patterns


I can’t even cry for you
Because it’s me I am crying for

The person who loses parts of self and integrity when focused solely on the physical representation of acceptance and feeling good

When will I learn she will not make me
When will I remember it’s not about who she is with me…it’s about who I am with me…

It hurts to know I walked on this road again and at this juncture and that I am still scared, still wanting to make it right,
Still wanting to believe if only…then…

My heart is lost in translation with those physical representations of false love, false affection, false feelings…

I’m miserable


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