Sunday, April 12, 2015

No Wait...

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I know you.  

You know me, remember?

That stuff you told me, I still hear it.  

It has latched into my internal dialogue. 

How are you walking away? 

Fist bloody from clenching can't reach out to you.

I see you, and I stay still.

You are moving on?

My knees are weak and tremble.

I am falling.

Strength, where are you?

I tell myself to let go.

Turn away.

Addictions are real.