i wanted to be his carbon copy
half of his being, half of his heart.
to have the brown eyes that grounded the majority
the ones that stared at me with a sense of longevity.
wanted to feel less like a product of something sloppy
a potential plan, a potential start.
i always wondered who or what kept you from me
a one night stands in slutty clothes
or substances with more substance than me?
i wanted something…a maybe?
i don’t know maybe that’s a stretch
too much to ask from someone like you.
About the Author
Hello! My name is Jayvion Cunningham, and I’m currently a sophomore double majoring in Psychology with a concentration in Human Development and Film with a concentration in Screenwriting. My career goal is to establish a private practice after I get my master’s as a child and marriage therapist, while also pursuing screenwriting and writing movies on the side. My goal in this series is to delve into the emotional recession individuals experience due to unique circumstances with each piece exploring how specific factors contribute to a decline in their mental health. Every publication will focus on a different aspect of this recession, allowing for a diverse range of stories. I think this topic resonates me and my progression towards my psych degree as it reflects my interest in how mind works when it comes to the aspect of mental health.
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