All the thoughts

Move my body, not my place. I can’t, shouldn’t want to, Can’t, change anyone else, They are who they are, Clothed in dismissive

I need to move my body more
and show off my extroverted (extroverted - introvert, side) dramatic, music - loving side
Slide into the roots, watering 
My kinda-vibe

Not shut down - 
Words, I find easy to be open with
Showing myself, my face, my body
I over-analyse
Need to think less

I think..

Put my heart out there 
Find my body
and start to live inside.. 

I want to absorb, live through this 
I start to reflect 
Overthinking, uncorked 
The quench is no release
Empty - 
Drenched in loathing 
Ready for, satisfying, sips 

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Sometimes I get stressed
when I feel others aren’t as considerate 
as I’m being
But, I’m not owed that for being me
With people I’m not close to
Or those in the space 
that’s hard to define 



I can’t care.
I can’t care this much.
It isn’t my place.
Wounds I imagine I can see
but aren’t mine to interfere with
Or touch 

Photo by Heather Green on Unsplash

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They say fiction . . .