Sometimes I fail you
But to your surprise
I could be the truth
In your whitest of lies
Though you poison my mind
With each drop I despise
I care not for her name
But I drown in those eyes
I can show you the steps
That you first took alone
I can ripple in time
With the skip of a stone
I am all you have seen
I am all you've been shown
I am yesterday's news
I am dinosaur bone
As you look to the future
I'm stuck in the past
Sometimes my reflection
Is all shattered glass
Like pieces of puzzles
In shadows you cast
I have been by your side
How you grew up so fast
Still here I am now
In your mind, out of sight
Invisible werewolf
More power at night
When I bathe in the glow
Of your faintest moonlight
Then a radiant dawn
Makes my phoenix ignite
When I carry your gifts
Into each present day
The dreams you recall
Are the ones I replay
As you sift through the sands
Of these oceans astray
To find her again
Let me show you the way
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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 drafts7 days ago in Longevity
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