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…
-HeR
Author: Brittanie Lang
Email: [email protected]
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
