Letting go

Drawing closed, my outstretched arms.

I hold me when no one would. 

I’ve given up on my fairytales 

but I’m doing it for my own good. 

I’m a mess, but true love would love me.

I’m in pain, and true friends would know.

I’m not blaming them, but I’m taking care of me more

Because the world doesn’t care for small woes.

So as the world seems to grow around me

And I recede in myself

I may just be gaining some distance

And learning that I don’t need help.

 

 

 

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