Heartbroken, I Suppose
Recovery brings growing pains and weak moments.
It's been almost a year
11 months
Since you shattered me into pieces
And I can't explain it
But every time I hear your name
Or you come in
You pick up a new piece and take it with you
I don't know what I did to deserve this
But your smile, makes me feel safe,
Your eyes hug me even when they are closed
But your poisonous tongue
Makes it seem like "love" isn't even in your vocabulary
Maybe it's not
Maybe you're happy about the tears I've cried
The blood I've shed
Because you waltz in and out of my life
I don't know why your words make me feel like they are the only truth
Why am I not strong enough to resist you
You don't care
You make messes expecting everyone else to take care of
You give your money to charities that are corrupt
And systems that are bound to be overturned
Because the instant happiness
Is worth the come down
You are an addict
You make me feel hopelessly lost in the addictions I face
By becoming one
And now I dive headfirst into our memories
Tearing open my heart once more
To think about and morn those times
The times before I realized what you had done
Maybe you liked it better that way too
Because facades are only convincing
Until the mask falls
And even through all that digging
I couldn't find the one that made you truly safe
And made me truly belong
About the Creator
Zoe Elizabeth
Creating to cope. I owe everything I am to those who support me, and the God I believe in.
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