And I prayed to God,
To break this soul tie.
But we seemed to be,
Stuck in our situations aside.
I couldn't break this cycle,
This cycle that was getting me by.
Day by day the thought of you,
Kept me alive.
I'm at risk of losing me,
Trying to gain you.
When you only see me as a body to use.
When I only crave you,
As my substance abuse.
We're tied up in our situation-ship,
All your feelings aside.
And all mine laid out,
In plain sight.
- Written on 08/24/2019.
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