I sit on our bed,
facing the headboard,
Promising i'll have better posture
In our new home.
I pick and choose habits to keep,
Like pairs of shorts, buried in my dresser.
_____
There are emotions woven into this process,
that
I can feel I am not experiencing.
I have told no one but family.
I haven't been to an open-mic.
I haven't said a single goodbye.
For me,
it is a necessary sacrifice.
I am not ready to leave.
but just because we aren't ready,
doesn't mean it's not time.
_____
Blueberry Redbull
chug glug burn
back to pack
facing the headboard,
Promising i'll have better posture
In our new home.
I pick and choose habits to keep,
Like pairs of shorts, buried in my dresser.
_____
There are emotions woven into this process,
that
I can feel I am not experiencing.
I have told no one but family.
I haven't been to an open-mic.
I haven't said a single goodbye.
For me,
it is a necessary sacrifice.
I am not ready to leave.
but just because we aren't ready,
doesn't mean it's not time.
_____
Blueberry Redbull
chug glug burn
back to pack
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