On My Own…

Nothing can replace the security I felt when you were here

The illusion that was telling me everything was okay when it wasn’t

I created this false sense of happiness within

When all I really was doing was ruining all that I ever wanted

Then you left and that blanket was gone

Like a child realizing Santa isn’t real

Seeing it as a preservation of innocence and not complacent lies

You wanted so bad to save me

But now I’m on my own…





Author: Brittanie Lang
Email: hippie.lova24@gmail.com
Author Bio: I’m a single working mother of four amazing little people. Poetry has been a hobby for me and a means of therapy to release my emotions and thoughts. I am in the process of publishing a book of my work in the near future.
Link to social media or website: Instagram @hippie.lova


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