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about the highs and lows of toxic relationships, from drugs, to dudes, to the drama of it all. the . how it can feel so good when it's good, and so bad when it's bad. how it makes us sick - codependent and fixated on them - and can begin to believe we need them. and how we are the only person with the power to change things in our lives. it's about what medicine you take, because good and bad are both all around us all the time.
self-made
self-medicated
and self-destructing
he takes his bad medicine
not the kind that sugar helps to swallow
jagged and bitter little pills
won't heal the trauma
he's addicted to it
may cause nausea
and there has to be some
one for me if they haven’t been had yet
run ragged and hooked
on pheromones
the fire dies
and there he goes
and something to burn
and it won't combust without sparks
bridges are good for fuel
but mama, he says
he loves me
step back she said
and breathe
and i did believe him
but now i wonder if i should
you said there are days like this, mama
and this is one of those days
i think i'm sick, mama
i think it’s him
a name that hurts to call
fear and love locked in battle
there is no right choice
to be self-made
About the Creator
⸘jason alan‽
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i am only responsible for what i say
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not for what you understand
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you may learn to be charmed by my [secret‽] discontent
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or you may not
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Oh, wow! very deep and heartfelt, I can feel the pain. a name that hurts to call is a great line!