I was 10 the last time I saw you
Dirty blond hair covering my face as you knelt down and told me you wouldn't be there after school
Lead feet dragging me up the bus steps
Hoping the first man to break me would
For once
Choose me over a bottle
Hoping he'd clean his nose and come home
And now
Here you are
A year and a half sober
I sae you once again 11 years later
Thinking
Hopinhlg
Begging
For things to be different this time
Imagine my surprise when I realized it wasn't the drugs
It was you
All along it was you
Breaking every heart with your dagger of a tongue
Bruising soft, pale flesh with biting fingers
Imagine my
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My Head's Above Water
PoetryLosing the one you thought you'd have forever will really put things into perspective. Life and death, love and hate, the old and the new. Lay back and relax, we're getting over a heartbreak one miserable poem after the other.
