Step out of the room and into the rain.
The sky is no longer gray,
But the cool drizzle washes me clean.
My skin is peeled away, like a snake;
Someone new,
Yet
Someone who is me, the one who's always been.
I had abandoned her.
Addiction
To what was never real.
Addiction.
I can see I lied to her, myself,
I can admit to my own illusions I was deluded to believe:
I
Do not need you.
I
Cannot save you.
The truth does not make me heartless.
Wash me clean and away the darkness.
I am compassion.
I am nurture.
I can be your friend,
Care from a distance while I mend,
Because I do not need you.
We are not meant to be.
Now you'll have to save yourself.
Now I must love me.
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 11:57 PM UTC
Step out of the room and into the rain.
The sky is no longer gray,
But the cool drizzle washes me clean.
My skin is peeled away, like a snake;
Someone new,
Yet
Someone who is me, the one who's always been.
I had abandoned her.
Addiction
To what was never real.
Addiction.
I can see I lied to her, myself,
I can admit to my own illusions I was deluded to believe:
I
Do not need you.
I
Cannot save you.
The truth does not make me heartless.
Wash me clean and away the darkness.
I am compassion.
I am nurture.
I can be your friend,
Care from a distance while I mend,
Because I do not need you.
We are not meant to be.
Now you'll have to save yourself.
Now I must love me.
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