I don't know how we thought
That we could make this work,
When you are not who you're meant to be
And I'm not either.
Why did we ever come up with the idea
That we could find ourselves in each other?
It's not romantic.
It's suicidal.
Toxic, perhaps?
Maybe even psychotic.
You cannot find yourself in anyone else,
Because they will always make you in their image
And not your own.
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From the Depths
PoetryA collection of original written word from the heart describing things felt or thought in real situations. I hope you enjoy the read - who knows what will come of it. #wattys2019
