Sandwich Years

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poetry for people

I’m No Fix

And you've been losing in my mind
loosing in my mind
it seems you're doing the same
in yours
Where have you been
except in your own head?
the tenderness has flown
and so has our peace
You bottle it up
God knows how many you go through
I see them in your trash
pangs from the past
I bury my head in the sand
would rather play pretend
You said I'm a princess queen 
and should sleep like one
but your bed is stripped
no towels to bathe with
only cold pizza in the fridge
This 
is depression
Addiction
and I'm no fix
I miss you my love
step into the little light that there is
let it seep in

I write this with a pen I hate

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