It's so easy to romanticize,
slipping on that cloak
of self-loathing;
Reminiscing on those failed dalliance days.
You make me think of what might be
If I could have been someone else,
making me lonely for a rewind
back to before my trajectory slid.
I'm just one of those
tortured people
who leaves their mind on
like a light.
Nov 12, 2020
Nov 12, 2020 at 9:38 AM UTC
It's so easy to romanticize,
slipping on that cloak
of self-loathing;
Reminiscing on those failed dalliance days.
You make me think of what might be
If I could have been someone else,
making me lonely for a rewind
back to before my trajectory slid.
I'm just one of those
tortured people
who leaves their mind on
like a light.
©Isobel G. Written 23.06.2019
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