I Don’t Owe You Anything

I told you the day you offered your space; My place was the couch. No, no you insisted I slept on the spare bed; Not to dread, you were emotionally detached too. What that meant for me was not what it meant for you. You see, for me, that meant safety. It meant a place […]

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I Can’t Leave Vegas

Because of all of you who think about me on a daily basis. You pull me here; hundreds of magnets. When I try to leave, I end up right back. One night, I climbed to the top of a mountain. I feel on my knees and cried. I asked, “what is keeping me here? Why […]

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