It was her gravity,
responsible for my
loves tide.
I blame her, but I'm
responsible for my
feelings inside—
My heart wasn't broken
or stolen- I just gave it away,
along with my power.
I allowed abuse every other
minute of every other hour.
I chose to stay—when I knew
better, she needed to go.
I've never seen
rougher weather, I just
couldn't let go.
I'm well versed, I have all
the tools to cope.
I studied psychology yet,
here I am still gripping one hair
of hope.
3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 12:13 AM UTC
It was her gravity,
responsible for my
loves tide.
I blame her, but I'm
responsible for my
feelings inside—
My heart wasn't broken
or stolen- I just gave it away,
along with my power.
I allowed abuse every other
minute of every other hour.
I chose to stay—when I knew
better, she needed to go.
I've never seen
rougher weather, I just
couldn't let go.
I'm well versed, I have all
the tools to cope.
I studied psychology yet,
here I am still gripping one hair
of hope.
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