I find myself questioning everything
Right when it all seems to be going well
Because in my mind, that's when everything would tend to crumble
That's always how it went before, as if it were clockwork
And because of this, I ruin good moments
Moments that should make me smile make my stomach drop as I wait for the destruction
Destruction that doesn't come, because why would it?
What we have is a good thing, a solid thing, and I hate that I can't enjoy any of it for too long
Before I start to wonder what the catch would be
Before I wonder how I could possibly have something this good without having to sacrifice my peace in return
I just want this to be easy, but when has it ever been?
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The Aftermath
PoetryEverybody talks about the pain of going through a toxic relationship, the heartbreak of it all, even, once it all ends. However, nobody really talks about the aftermath. The toxic tendencies that you unwillingly adapt, the constant overthinking and...
