You, Again

Hey!! Bet you can guess who/what this one is about!! One day I will fucking get over that man!! Hope it comes soon!!

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You, Again

I still hurt to my very core.

Anything that even remotely reminds me of you

makes my breath catch, my chest seize, my eyes go red,

makes my heart physically hurt.

I’m suspicious of everyone now.

New people, old people, friends.

What do they all want from me?

Am I acting correctly according to them?

When will they leave me?

All at once,

or will they go marching

out one-by-one.

I’ve never liked being drunk.

The fuzz in the head, not being in control,

possibly feeling like I have to puke.

But now, it makes me feel real,

feel alive. Feel something other than pain

when I think of you. But even then, I still feel pain.

I drink ‘til I can’t hold my head up,

until it’s as heavy as my heart.

I drink until I pass out.

The only time I can’t feel anything

is when I’m unconscious.

I can barely even look

at one of my favorite photos

of a Black & Tan at my favorite bar.

Because one of the last things you ever said to me

was that you liked that picture.

Fitting, that one of your favorite beverages

is helping me get over you.