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Love
Loving people is scaryI love to much And I love to manyLoving people hurts alot Like letting go of all the rotBandages don’t hurt to put onBut they hurt to pull offSo I just let my wounds bleed and scabAnd I pick them till their numbI pull out my own hair So that I don’t…
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Was I?
Was I just an after taste?Of liquor and drugsOf last nights mistakesWas I just a lingering smell?Cologne stuck to your sheetsPut under a spellWas I just your walking stick?To help you stumbleAfter you were sickI never picked apart my feelingsI never ask why I chose youI never lost sight of sailing backCame home still loving…
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Harming
Ive stopped harming myselfWith bottles and bottles every nightBut it was less painful than trying to sleep soberIve stopped harming myselfWith knives that I bring wherever I goBut all the new tattoos burn for longerIve stopped harming myselfBy bottomless loveBut I cry more, just alone.Have I really stopped harming myselfOr is trying to be strong…
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Giving up
While making positive changeIt still feels like giving upGiving up parts of me I’ve been known forIve lost the drunken confidenceIve lost the late night callsIve lost the spontaneity of writingand of writing on the wallsI no longer feel easyI feel everything a choreWaking up is easierBut just such a boreIve given up on holidaysI…
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My sobriety
Everything feels so much more romanticWhen you have drunk tinted memoriesThe first words, dances, kissesMean nothing in my sobrietyI feel like I’ve lost memoriesBut maybe I just see them clearerIt’s nice to look through the fogThrough the raindropsPouring down the windowAdding excitement to an overclouded, gloomy day.Everything’s feels easierWhen your body moves itselfThe first words,dances,kissesAre…
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My room
And my room smells of alcohol againAnd my room smells of meAloneAnd I really like itThere’s something comfortable about learning how to walk myself homeI’m learning how to stumble lessThere’s something comforting about my responsibility only being myselfMy rooms a messBut in my defence there isn’t anywhere to hang anything and there aren’t any drawersMy…
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I forget…
Like a flower…You remind me of..The moon shines brighter when…When I’m with you I…I forgetForget what I was doingForget what I was working forForget why I was even working in the first placeI forget about a lot of thingsBut when I am without you…I don’t
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Poetry by Taylor 