Begs direct reproach
From others who you could've once called friend
Days and hours guided by planetary powers
Led us to the dissolution of us
Back to the seperate beginning of me and you
But it is not the begining
It was the ending of a cycle
And No "and" between us just empty space between .
It wasn't a cycle started by me or you
But by what I was born into and what my loving parents were born into before me.
Conditional love
And The rules you play by to get it
Familiar to me like a straight jacket
Familiar to me like a cursed family heirloom.
This codependency, this narcissistic idol
Someone to tell me what to do
How to feel, tell me what's wrong with me
Make me frustrated, twisted and addicted to this voluntary torture.
Well. I have no more cash for the dope boy. I have no more stamina for this never ending race.
Thanks to my therapy, thanks to my healing and thanks to the beings who supported me.
I let this addiction go, E V E R Y D A Y .
I choose my self, for the V E R Y first time,
Today.
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