Thought I needed you
Thought I depended on you
Thought I had to have you by my side to live and thrive through this life

Oh but I was so wrong
A good kind of wrong
I have proven myself to be independent and strong without you
It’s like I was driving down the highway early in the morning before the sun decides to come out
It’s pouring rain & I couldn’t see
And the clouds lighten up,
I can see but it’s still dark
I can see,
but barely

The crazy thoughts going around in your hotel room
It’s a mad house
A Delusional dramatic fixated being
It was fine until it wasn’t.
It was good until it stopped being beneficial
Big words and lost creativity
It’s fun to write, they said in her brain,
And she agreed
I can’t stop it
It won’t stop
It never stops
Never comes to a halt
My voice and thoughts always seem to be trapped in a vault in which I did not own the key
And the day I held it in my hand
I was free