codependency
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detached from myself I need
another to fill me
still alone but useful
still alone but in the center
each action has a reaction
giving each move a purpose
a reason
a care
You were always such a happy kid
She said in conversation
That's nice, Mom, but you seem to have forgotten
How when I smiled, things were great
and we would get along just fine.
The Castle is elegant
Ornate and pristine
However its configuration
Was made to deceive
Who will believe
The evils that occurred here?
The yelling, screaming
The palpable fear
You had bourbon in your eyes
and you knew I was thirsty
I was Gods dilemma
and you loved a little controversy
Me, and you
and powder blue
You hurt me again
It’s written on your skin
Circling around your wrist
As well as your arms and hips
The scars on your skin
Would you stop if I paint my name over them?
I prefer permanent pen
I am entering her body.
I am quite full of myself.
She doesn't hesitate to let me in.
She welcomes me.
She always does.
Every second we spend osculating,
constantly coupling in the summer heat,
Pretty face, heart not yet stone; run the world but feel alone. Heartless friends are what I know; if they care it doesn’t show. Always giving all my heart, always loyal from the start. Change my looks change my ways anything to make them stay.
If you break my heart, I will rip you up and apart.
You painted me a picture. You made art.
Like light, you disappear when it's dark,
And our goodbye has left an ugly scar.
Your mind is an ocean, wide and wavering.
Your voice is a drug that I find myself savoring.
You are made up of something more than cells and body parts.
Can't you see what's right in front of you?The broken tragedy you so eagerly ignore,Are you so blind to see what is so clear to me?Or do you just wish not to notice?Is it too heart wrenching, or difficult?
You leave me feeling empty,
Yet I don’t know I was full before
There was a time I was sure of my feelings,
And now I am not so sure
I keep on second guessing & regretting
I am not an ultimatum.
I am not a second option.
I am not a backup plan.
I was born from a latent warrior.
Her strength took time to bloom.
I am the flower that grew without rain.
Insecurity.
Doubt.
Codependency.
Self-hate.
I have encountered the misfortune of being in an abusive relationship with each.
I dated Insecurity for a few years.
