one morning I woke,
unaware it would be my last.
not my last morning breathing,
but my last without you
on my mind.
I suppose I am to blame.
I am the one who lit the match,
the one who began the game.
now I’ve lost myself.
lost myself in you.
not just in you,
but in your lies
& your lips
& your arms.
you’re everywhere
& now I’m left to wonder…
where am I?
Nov 15, 2022
Nov 15, 2022 at 5:17 PM UTC
one morning I woke,
unaware it would be my last.
not my last morning breathing,
but my last without you
on my mind.
I suppose I am to blame.
I am the one who lit the match,
the one who began the game.
now I’ve lost myself.
lost myself in you.
not just in you,
but in your lies
& your lips
& your arms.
you’re everywhere
& now I’m left to wonder…
where am I?
- a poem I wrote at 15
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