when we went out,
you always drove.
even when i offered.
it quickly become a metaphor
for us: you were always the driver,
steering us to where you wanted to go,
and i was stuck in the passenger seat,
just along for the ride.
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how the words come
Poetry"this is the poetry that has come from finally realizing it is okay to be okay but also not okay at the same time." ~ 'how the words come' tells the story of overcoming the aftermath of an emotionally abusive relationship. the book is separated into...
