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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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Anything
Bring me flowersTo give life to what’s livingIt’s not a promiseIt’s just a little thingOne flowerBring one flowerA rose, a daisy, a leafBring somethingBring anythingJust to show me that you careOr just come, pleaseI want you to be thereOr don’tBut just send me a messageJust saying goodnightI don’t want to lose youAnd I’m scared that…
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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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My plans are already madeHow I wish I could just fadeInto bed with you at nightBut sleeping next to you is too hardHard for me to want to sleepWhen you’re right next to meBecause there aren’t enough minutes in a dayTo look at youTo listenTo holdBut waking up to you is too promisingPromises of a…
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trigger
I sometimes loose control of my body My hands smack into my head repeatedly My eyes water with no end My heart rushes and bangs through my chest This can be caused when I have strong feelings that my brain can’t process. I wanted to sleep for hours and I couldn’t I wanted to feel…
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Poetry by Taylor 