Codependency
Loved you until I was drained, empty
nothing left of the love as I recall,
refuse to lose my mind, so it is over
bruised brain won’t survive another fall.
Driven quite mad, aching for your touch
spirit crushed by your negative weight
splintering my weakened, damaged bones.
Set free? Set free? Shit, it is too late.
Too late to be an innocent little girl
too late to chase the passions of 17
too late to write that frigging book
but all my floors are sparkling clean.
My womb has left, cut from my body
so, too late to be a better mother
loved ones from my hands I dropped
always ran, hid beneath the covers.
Some other day, some other love
some other life, any but my own
thought I had time to find happy
old came first, please leave me alone.
Hopes shattered and then returned
laid to bleed in my hollow heart
the doors I had no will to open
never found the strength to depart.
Windows I painted closed, proud…
I held my ground…I took a stand
never seeing what would be forfeited
manipulations, I did not understand.
Never added up the sinister expense
of investing in a love already lost
relying on vows of a better tomorrow
never analyzed the enormous cost.
Driven by deceits, the knife sliced deep
guided by the sharp edges of yesterday
writing a check for the lies I believed
emptied the piggy bank, how will I pay?
Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie 
What a powerful, evocative poem.
And still we write 😉
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Yes, all I know how to use to find a little calm in the aftermath and chaos in my head.
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Reblogged this on Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie.
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Windows I painted closed, proud…
I held my ground…I took a stand
never seeing what would be forfeited
manipulations, I did not understand.
I love this verse stood out to me you always write out my heart and give it voice! ❤️💜💗you are a wonderful writer! Xo
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Thank you. I love your writing too. You give me courage. XO
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YES but you name it and I’m a little chicken so I feel the same you give me courage as well.
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Do you think that now I named it, I could disown it? We will see. Thank you sweet friend. If I could live in the words I write, I’d write a story where my heart was never broken.
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Oh I love that! What a beautiful quote! If I could live in the words I write, I’d write a story where my heart is never broken. I think that needs to be some sort of art! Don’t you?
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I actually recognized when I wrote a quote! Thank you for the wonderful art you made and for the ending words. Beautiful.
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Hey Pinky 2, did you notice the bird poo between the two passion flowers? Symbolic, yes?
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OH I love it! Now I see it and I’m laughing! Well we are poo survivors~
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