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I must’ve been drunk,
under a spell,
or half-asleep
with my soul on mute
because some of the people
I let into my life
were the kind
I wouldn’t let near
if I’d been even
half
conscious.
Not in daylight.
Not with clarity.
Not with my guard up
and my self-respect awake.
like a fool
hosting thieves
in the middle of a dream.
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This piece captures the bewilderment and regret of past emotional decisions, highlighting how vulnerability, distraction, or denial can invite people into our lives who never deserved the invitation. It’s a bitter laugh at our own temporary blindness.
