Strange Bedfellows

For the prompt Strange Bedfellows at Sunday Scribblings:

Stuck in the middle,
Between the Me I used to be,
And the Me I want to be,
Is the Me I am now.
And like perfect strangers –
Waking up in the same bed
After a liquor doused night
and debauchery to forget,
They can’t relate
To just how different
They really are.


3 thoughts on “Strange Bedfellows

  1. Wow! The ending is such a surprise. Love when that happens. Also, this poem is so hopeful for anyone who wants to change or think they are just born to be a certain way.


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