Short Writing Pieces

Reincarnation

Forty seven flames keep me up at night
Deja vu is all I can feel
When I'm watching my heart get put through the wringer of an argument I never wanted to hear again
I guess I did see similarities between the both of you but I turned a blind eye to it
I just wanted my best friend back
So I played at God
And read you back from the dead
But the version of you I've spent the past year with was wrong
Crooked tall men
Thinking they have a monopoly on my head
But I carved off your hands that were rotten
You don't get to ask for my understanding
I am not your goddamn wife, therapist, or even your friend
So don't write out your apologies on your wrists hoping I'll forgive
I don't have any more cracks in my heart left to mend
You could never hurt me again the way you did in the dark when your time came to an end