I have righted myself before you.
Pulled the knife out of my wound,
And shoved it back in yours.
Like you knew I would.
Like you knew I could.
Before I ever had a name
You knew it was there,
Everything for you
And you know it, and I
Know it still, the same.
p.s. who is driving who or...what?
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I am sorry. I know you have all wanted answers. I have just, after all of these years, not known what to do with you.
let go
It's hard to find proper places to scream/vent into the void to these days
You can't even find places to just casually reach out to other human beings for the sake of shallow conversations to feel some sorta human connection, without it being a.) an argument, b) trying to ride your coat tails or c.) flat out ignored which has you speaking to the void as I am.
I want to be seen. I want to be heard. Maybe some day someone will skim this and I'll feel like a person for a moment.
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