281.
I guess it didn't matter
if the apple came after the tree.
Or who came after me.
~E, replacement.
282.
Sober.
No one stays sober when they leave.
Falling down the train of weed, alcohol and other substances.
Seen in my own household.
With my mother's emotional disconnect.
Due to things she's scared to admit she does.
Slipping farther and farther away from me.
Every passing day.
To make it as if I'm responsible for their actions after they left.
I am only one person.
I have no say in other's choices.
It's not my fault they leave.
~E, the last step before the deep end.
283.
I walked away from you.
For the final time.
284.
I hope you are as affected by this as I am.
285.
I needed you like an addict needed their addiction.
~E, not healthy.
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sunsets after dark. | poetry collection
Poetryfor the ones that were the sunshine for one wrong person then became the midnight rain for everyone else. an collection of poetry and short stories. ‼️TW‼️ contains hard topics including a mention of SA & SH. Amongst other things. I am a poet I wr...
