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Gladly

 

How do I explain This drive  To be seen 


To be able to say - ‘this is all my bad. handle it’ 

And to hear a response that says ‘gladly’ 


When I hear that

I would not eat. Not cook. Not have a bath. 

Not get out of bed. Not watch anything. 

I would smoke. And smoke more. 

I would get mad, and be petty. 

I would get irritated by everything. 


I wouldn’t allow my own nurturer to step into every 

 crevice she sees. She ruins me sometimes. 


If I could

I would let the bad be bad 

And the worse get worse 

I would breathe and do nothing 

I would allow for destruction right in front of my eyes 


What I look for is someone that says 

“This is okay. You can fall apart.”


What I seek for myself, Is me saying. 

“You are ok. You can fall apart.”

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