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to look back
at my words
tears open old wounds

but perhaps they have stayed open
because i have stopped tending to them.
i sit there and wait
until you get up and leave
kitchen is now safe
your love, violent
causing scars, bruises and wounds
all over my heart
i have so much love,
for the world
for people
and no one
to take it
the greeks would call it agape
Fragmented
Therapy
One or two
Have a void
Between
Me and you
Carrying the weight
Unbalanced
Heavy too
Anxiety attack
Coming through
Darkest moments
Seeing the light
Deep breaths
Closing your eyes
Therapy sessions
Within yourself
Fill the void
Love, love , love
What you feel
Then you will
Be healed
For the first time in a long time
I grab a plastic sandwich bag
Out of the drawer.
Wracked with guilt
I try to tell myself
It’s not the end of the world
And I’ll try harder
To be greener tomorrow.
I wonder
If that’s what the oil companies think too


NCL September 2019
"I am a victim, from heaven
Usually, hanging out with depression
And when we're bored we play in fantasy,
Always on the run from, reality."
#Ruth B-Lost Boy
The guilt in my chest.
But I can't go back.
I know.
The future is unhealthy and unstable
But the guilt of disappointing everyone that liked us.
Do I go back?
Fake it all
Act like everything is alright to make everyone happy.
What do I do....
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