the urges are coming back.
they come back in the form of oval shape.
they come back at any of those letters near each other.
they come back in the form of a link.
they come back in the shape of a package.
they come back in flashes of bruised knees.
they come back in words we wish we never said.
they come back in those words really hurt me even if i was high.
they come back in the look of my siblings worried expressions.
they come back in the hazy memory of trying to break a door down.
they come back in every mirror.
they come back in every swallow.
they come back in every breath.
they come back in every blink.
they come back in every thought.
they come back in the idea of an empty head.
they come back.
they always come back.
YOU ARE READING
A Lived Out Life
Poesíaa collection of writings i have compiled together after years of finding comfort in writing
