You used to be all mine.
Now you belong to someone else.
Your heart used to be all mine.
Now someone else has your heart.
We belong together.
Your love used to be all mine.
Now your love belongs to someone else.
Your trust used to be all mine.
But now your trust belongs to someone else.
We belong together.
Your heart used to be all mine.
But now your heart belongs to someone else.
Your love used to be all mine.
But now your love belongs to someone else.
We belong together.
You used to be all mine.
Please come back to me.
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Danielle Mosley
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
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Beautiful & heartfelt!
Wonderful move poem! Great work!