are some if the things I used to be.
Not ever again will I be this person
That isn’t conscious if her actions
I want to live my life with purpose and intention
Be held accountable for times when I don’t mention my flaws
Yet still act the same way and wonder why I’m stuck
It’s a new day and you’re no longer on my mind
I’m no longer carrying the hope to rewind start over again from the beginning
These days the most I miss is my bed.
Of being tangled in mahogany limbs
So close she is
she takes me in when she inhales
I exhale her essence