For a Good Reason
Since you've left,I've needed several crutches.
Booze,
Pills,
Weed,
Sex,
but... most of all my biggest crutch,
my biggest flaw is me living in the past.
I've romanticized the past,
made it better than it was.
I've done up until now.
My old journals,
my real thoughts on the subject of you,
have become rose tinted
Did you brainwash me?
Did I fool myself?
Could this be a form of Stockholm's syndrome?
I don't know,
I don't have answer.
I don't think I'll ever have an answer.
Maybe I'm just a liar,
or I have a vivid imagination,
or I wanted to believe that it was all FOR A GOOD REASON.
I guess not.
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