Time Spent Outdoors by BuddaRocks
Criss-cross patterns on my heart
Slashes that once were you
These mullioned windows to the soul
Pieces of me you see
All me but parts you don’t own
You thought you once did
I let you hold me tight
I gave up my right to be me
You took and took and stole
Years and time from my life
Leaving me wondering why
I’d ever wanted you with me
But here I am now
Stronger and bolder and true
Living what I need to be
I’m not even sure this all makes sense. A metaphor most definitely. I’ve been in relationships where I lost myself because I was so much the relationship. I stopped writing. I stopped imagining. I stopped my whole life for these other people. Now I know I can’t and won’t do that.
Signing off
~Kate
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