Saturday, June 28, 2025

Mid season (return basket)

Limerence is my specialty

Gold medal in cognant dissonance

My inner child graduated with a master's 

In toxic empathy 

An accomplished codependent martyr 

I talk to myself too much now 

Although the silence is growing on me 

That early akward phase is over 

But sometimes it's too heavy so I talk to you Like you're still here 

I'd recognize your writing anywhere 

The fancy swoops and loops 

But everytime a bomb hits my heart 

I Soothe it with a happy memory

Or a mundate one that touched me harder than most 

The simple little things I miss 

My love is mine to hold 

It does not need reciprocation.

Validation 

Confrontation 

It lives deep within and I feed it hope 

I find solace knowing you can never take it from me 

Even if you hate me 

Enough to start a new life 

And I know that deep down you'll never forget me

As far as you run

As fake as you are 

But I'm sad that I never truly knew you 

The man I loved was a role you played 

In a series that was abruptly canceled

Mid season 

The words we spoke,

once priceless 

Now feel cheap and secondhand 

And when I'm hurting bad 

It's hard not to question they're authenticy

Was it ever real? 

Did you ever love me? 

Or is it exactly what I feared?

Convenience and desperation

Sitting in the returns basket 

Wondering where you went and why.









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