six months in
engagement rings and right times run round around my recollections
past actions deliver disappointment
five hours wrangling worry
creating fear
terror traumatizing veins ran cold
he casts protective nets within my broken bones
purple blue hues fading away
nightly tremors shaken awake to hyperventilate
six months in
lifetimes already lived
chasing dreams
planes flown off
revealing undone flaws
gasping wounds sprinting open chasms of metaphorical flesh
i love you’s sealing rips
six months in
six months in and he’s the one
when you know you know
no questions to be asked
six months in
singular dreams a nonexistent memory
white picket fences appearing as home not prison
caring for pain
loss
road trip bundles
go-karts cutting corners
wrapped in warmth
six months in
a left handed ring worn
placed in a box
six months in
About the Creator
Ady Evans
Due to someone hacking my original account I was forced to delete it & make a new one, so this is my new account.
My apologies to my old subscribers & those who enjoyed my stories. I will be republishing all my old stories soon.
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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