A dark poetry collection of love, abuse, sex, and despair. This was a real-time on-going consistently updated log of the pathetic life I lead as a result of causing great harm to my relationship. I betrayed my partner and became homeless. These are...
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I'm strong where I am, I take care of others around me who need it most. I haven't had time to myself to look at everything new in the big picture and let myself feel sad. I'm on autopilot as a support system. The few moments I do have to myself, I write poetry in secret and that's how I've been living lately, with work on the side. I realized I don't know your life anymore. You don't tell me where you go, or what happens during your day. Maybe someone else has those luxuries now. I'm tired. I miss my bed, I miss cooking real food, I miss my home and my partner to go home to. I'm serving a purpose as the one keeping others afloat, but I'm a robot. My batteries are dying. I'm a mother for some, a baby for others. I'm something for everyone, but myself for no one. I wish I could take off this costume and go home at the end of each day and wake up as me, next to you.
