Melissa Westman - Untitled

How many times have i sat here alone...
How many times have I tried to condone my actions?
I have been slattern. This had started to become a pattern.
I could not grasp the concept of virtue..
I just needed someone to breakthrough.
BREAKDOWN
We all have baggage in one way or another.
I find myself thinking too often that I am just like her, my mother.
Longing for romance. that stereo typical trance...
has no longer a hold on me
a new design
I'm waiting just waiting...
by the sidelines
Can not devote the energy
Have no longer the desire to try and...try
to acquire that entity.
So I sit here alone
SAFELY-
and wait.

Melissa Westman

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