The second time we met lives in me still
When I saw you once again I smiled
Thinking that I already owned you
Not knowing your nature or inner child
We did all of the things lovers do
Picnic in the park, deep conversation
Affections were shared, kisses abound
The evening lasted hours with elation
The budding of our obvious romance began
The third time I saw you was still magic
We began to know each other with earnest
Did you know when it would become tragic?
I wish that the person I met that day
Was true, but alas no, to my dismay
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
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