An Open Letter To A Closed Addiction

Everything about me

makes me long for you,

and every long day

makes me miss those fleeting moments

we shared together.

Every tear I shed

reminds me

of the ones you wiped from my face

and as the pain gets a little worse

I try not to remember

how you made it better.

Every word I write

is pushing you away

so for now

I’ll be the one thats new

and you can be weathered.


Taking Escape By The Handful

Living is strange

and people are dumb

that why I take these pills,

cause they make me feel numb.


They’re blue and red,

and they’re clouding my vision

but don’t worry ’bout me

it’s a minor addiction.


I’ll just take one, okay four,

I’m sure it’ll be fine.

I’ve losing track of space

and I’m floating through time.


I’ll find my way back

in a few hours, I think,

I woke up and its Wednesday,

man I need a drink.


Guess I’ll do it again

and hope for the best,

I’ll take few now

and leave tomorrow, the rest.