I miss the days
Of innocence
Of confidence
Before the realization I ever needed anyone.
Or maybe I never did,
But you stole it all away.
And you.
And you.
There's nothing to "go back to."
I've only got to starve on this meal plan of
Self-love, self-healing, greening and green.
I miss the days
Where I was something
Felt something.
I was so young.
Do we all die,
Or was it just you?
And you?
And you?
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 12:04 AM UTC
I miss the days
Of innocence
Of confidence
Before the realization I ever needed anyone.
Or maybe I never did,
But you stole it all away.
And you.
And you.
There's nothing to "go back to."
I've only got to starve on this meal plan of
Self-love, self-healing, greening and green.
I miss the days
Where I was something
Felt something.
I was so young.
Do we all die,
Or was it just you?
And you?
And you?
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