the morning after.
it's that sinking feeling in your chest when you realized what you've done.
it's picking up the pieces of yourself that you left in their bed.
it's the blurry memories you have that don't tell the full story.
you don't want to remember the full story.
it's me bashing myself for doing it again.
and again.
and again.
it's me wanting to call you to apologize and try to patch up what we have. but, really, what do we have to patch up? we should've never reconnected. we both knew it would lead to tragedy, and we were right.
but I never think with my brain when it comes to you.
I just hope I learn the lesson I haven't yet.
YOU ARE READING
house fire.
Poetry"house fire" is a collection of poems that surround the author's struggles and experiences with mental health. TW for language, sex, alcohol, car accident, suicide, LGBTQ issues, and mental illness.
