I don't know what I'm writing
I don't know why I'm writing
I feel lost
And yet I feel found
I know who I am now
I know what kind of mother,
I want to be
I know what kind of lover
I am today
I don't know what kind of lover
I want to find
I love you
I always have
I always will
But you put me on the back burner
For addictions and games
What am I to you
Would you know if I left
Would it hurt you
If I took her with me
Would you even look for us
Can you see us now
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Comments1
Birddie
It's unbearably difficult to fight someone else's addictions
Although sad I I thoroughly enjoyed reading
Maybe that is why you're writing
Glad to discover your writing
Will be reading more
Thank you peto.
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