So in my last post (slash rant about the most recent douchebag in my life), I mentioned I might give you a peek at some sad, self-indulgent, Adele-worthy poetry that I wrote mid-breakdown. After looking at it again I decided against it. It's just too damn depressing. Even my friend looked like she wanted to remove all sharp objects out of my reach after I shared one particularly dark one about me "slipping through the cracks". Barf.
Soooo I opted for an angrier one that I wrote. This one is more Alanis- worthy. Enjoy.
Another You
Crush me, hush me, and lie to my face.
Seduce me, confuse me, then leave without a trace.
You yearn for me, burn for me, and long to consume.
You use me, abuse me, but get bored all too soon.
Kiss me, miss me, gaze deep into my eyes.
Then hit me, hurt me, and say no goodbyes.
You bruise me, you use me where it will not show.
You pruned me, attuned me to stay where you go.
I met you, then let you just pick up the reigns.
I licked all my wounds, and I hid all the pains.
I've had it, your habits have shown your untrue.
You crossed me, you lost me... I'll find another you.
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Ahhh, the cathartic release that comes from such self-indulgent writing.
And, just for fun, I thought I would attach the moving, bluesy original "I'm Gonna Find Another You" by the much more talented John Mayer.
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