Being Us on my own.
If the world was to end, I know where I'd go
I'd run back to you, the only home I know
This world is not my own, you've been someplace else
Being Us on my own
Being Us on my own and you're not here it feels like I'm falling
Your name a prisoner in my mouth lest I cry out for you, my teeth bloody and gums worn
I grow weary and tired, it's 5am
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Great poem!
Thank you so much!
Your name is a prisoner in my mouth, lest I cry out for you?
Sounds like you did?
I like it, but it's sad. Somehow sad us always more relatable.
Yeah I did, can't always keep it in, usually manage to keep it to myself tho 🙂
Thank you, and yeah it is sad we relate more through trauma but at least we still connect
It reminded me of this tragic romantic relentless belief I have of my tortured soulmate... But a bit like Sylvia Plath... I think I made him up inside my head!
Ps Apols for earlier typos
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