Ye said
baby I'm free
like a homeless person
felt that
right in
my
no less
soul
less
self
I'm a 37
year-
old
baby
took away my
security
blanket
in
sobriety
found out
my
soul
sought
object
permanence
was too busy
looking
for the next
high
an ego
drive
by
no chill just
all cry
a little something to
calm my nerves
to polish pearls
shucks.
cheers
to the fat
men
getting
good
off
addiction
in for a penny
chow down
on the pound
what's flesh anyway
but a thrift store
find
for the wine
and dimed
feel so dumb
these days
cause I've got no
bandwidth
I got no man
with
no
sandwich
to stuff
my
insecurities
ditched the prozac
calmed the noise
apps
drew a line down
new girl in
old
town
live less
stag-
nant
now
leaning in
somehow
I came clean
to my teenage
daydream
girl
I still mourn my
potential.
I'm too dehydrated
to be
this
thirsty
so I let
my
God
serve
me
and
yes
sobriety
saved me
each drink
a noose
you could
hang me
co-dependence
my
nursery
you know sometimes it's
hard to be
freeing myself
from
me
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Cali Loria
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