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Living the Me

I was almost happy.
Happy,
like a cup of tea
in the months of snow and family.

Happy,
like I used to be.
Used to be,
as a child,
dreaming about what I wanna be.
But me,
wanna be anything but me.
I just don't.

Don't want to be anything,
if it's not the being inside of me,
being inside of you,
which I want to be.

You.
I don't wanna be anything but me.
I just don't want.
Don't want to be anything,
if it's not in your arms,
and heart,
and any lovely part of you
that I want.

I want you to love the Me, which loves you too.
Deep in my heart, I know you do.
That hurts me the most.
Because that's exactly
why I have to keep going on:
Living the Me, I'm used to be.

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Jeanette Swan Date: 9/18/2025 5:47:00 AM This is another really personal poem written with that same repeat effect, plus a kind of mirror between 2 people, restricting their view and connection. I do hope the sun comes out again because that first stanza sounds like a good thing to find, especially if, like me, your best thinking and chatting is when sharing a cup of tea,and a cryptic crossword (with my daughter) J :) Login to Reply