Living in the past
I sit and I wait
Wait for your return
Have I done enough
My tummy starts to turn
I don’t know when it will happen
or why I want to stay
but here is all I’ve wanted, since I’ve been away.
I look for my home, but home is in the past.
Now everything is broken,gone and I’m the last.
I don’t know what I want, where I’m meant to be
What I want from life, young me I am truly sorry.
I’m so desperate to find my world but strictly clinging on
To toxic relationships that I know have gone all wrong
But the past is what I want, where I once felt me
A decade on and I just cannot feel free
I’ll continue the cycle until I’m unstuck and happy
I know why I go back, to feel truly loved
Controlled, told what to do, just for that one hug
That feeling of safety when I was once a child
Where waking up and living life, was all and enough
Copyright © Rosie Hill | Year Posted 2025
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