But then I got too comfortable
With myself that
Two became a crowd
I could not stand it.
I felt suffocated.
I got too comfortable
With myself that
I didn't need anybody else
Which was no good.
I got too comfortable
With myself that
We became one;
My demons became me
And I, them.
I got too comfortable
With myself
With my loneliness
With my darkness
26.02.2019
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PoetryHighest rank- #1st in poetry❤ (back when these tags actually meant something) * In the hope that you'll find solace in my words. You're not alone. * Book cover by @WriterBells
