You come out of the shadows of my mind
Leaking from the box I keep locked
Your tendrils thread like a virus
Through my veins and seep into my bones
You’re not supposed to be here anymore
Crowding out my thoughts so I’ll miss you again
You make me remember our quiet sweetness
Until the poisoned pain leeches from my soul
You left
So why can’t you stay gone
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Tattoos & Tarot
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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 drafts4 days ago in Longevity
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