Days Like This

It’s on days like this

that I miss you the most

when not a single thing is going well

and it seems as though all I’m doing

is amassing mistakes

for someone else to write off

as another business expense.

I begin to miss the way

you made everything blur around me

like I was a kid again

spinning around in the front yard

with nothing to worry about

other than whether or not

I wanted to be an astronaut

or a firefighter.

Every mistake, every mess, every bruise

forces me a little closer to you

because it makes me remember

just how good you made it feel

to watch all those old shoddy parts of myself

run down my sides and wash down the drain.

All of those handsome scars

that you stitched just for me

will always stand to be a reminder

of just how bad things had been

so I’ll never forget how good they are

even on days like this.

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.