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On the Subject of Self
Beat down from it
Mowed over by it
Lit on fire from it
Now Easy does it
Im all but through
Thinking of you,
Finding another’s thoughts
Where my mine should be
But the pain remains
My own
The singing
Still ringing
In my ears
That sound you made was sweet
While it lasted
I’m over it
Chewed by it
Felled to it
Consumed in it
I fall so easily
You would think I need this
As if air itself was second
To being in the same room
With your tune
I choose me now
In the past
The present
And in the future,
It’s always been me
But then at some point
you made it all about
You
I’m choosing myself
These days
And no matter the pain
It’s only me to blame,
That feels like home
No matter how you slice it
Freed from it
Relieved by it
Emboldened to it
Entrenched on it
I’ll let myself stand
Where love once stood,
I’ll carve a new home
With these sharp edges
I'll punch holes a mile wide
That will leave so much room to wander
And then wonder
but not about you
