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Here I am.
Lost. Overdosed on Grief.
Because I was too cheap to pay for insurance & i bought a one way ticket thinking I had no need to go back home.
I had a new one...or so I thought.
I was promised a mansion with all the rooms and bathrooms with gold plated furniture and personal chefs to deliver delicates straight to my bedside
but you failed to mention I'll be alone.
What good is having all the things money can by but not someone on your side?
To look at you in your eyes and understand your who you really are deep down inside
and love you anyways.
This house felt like an island with a population of one.
No form of transportation to another soul, no matter what paths I took as I stepped outside I was confronted by a mirror. and only I stood there..my insecurities staring me down with dissapointment.
with guilt....I promised them a vacation vaway from me but here they are...Still very much attached to me..still leeching off this passionate heart of mine. still needing me to feed them so they can grow into a charactersitic.
Why didn't I buy a round trip? I had no clue where the final destination even was but I trusted the pilot will makse sure I landed safe and sound...I was promised a new life. Away from heartbreak, let downs and halfeffort to love me the way I needed to be loved.
I should've known something was wrong when I didn;t even have window deat to look out of or a flight attendant to tell me to buckle up and point me to the nearest emergency exit. I was so naive.
Yet somehow I espcaped and foind a way back to the airport. I managed to pack up all the dissapointment, all the hurt, all the tears, all the i'm sorrys and I took off running until I saw a light.
No here I am shaking, confused, discouraged, used. Pathetic huh? I know.
But I will find strength to get up, dry my tears, value the Queen I reallu and find another home. A better one filled with actions and not just love infused words.
& these carry ons?....they can stay in baggage claim.
