Twenty Two – Written Sunday 19th February 2023 (Aged 47)

Twenty Two

i look at twenty two year old me
and i am drowning –
in my own naivety
and i am drunk –
on my own immaturity
yet upon others –
i forced this dream like reality
i loved her,
yes i really loved her
oh but i could not fix me
i could not purify my toxicity
i hoped she would change
or i would naturality
i loved her,
yes i really loved her back then
but twenty six year old me was a mess
just trying to do my best
but i feel so sad
because i wrapped her up –
in something that was so mad
and i cannot undo the past
but her future improved when we parted
and that is what needs to last




James Garratt – Sunday 14th February 2023


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