darkness and darkness

You fucking broke me
and not just financially.
I’m unable to love again;
you left me in the darkest of times.

Those dark times turned even darker
after you started smiling and laughing
again
when I could only manage to stay alive
through
the necessity of breathing.

The drinking and pills and drugs
mitigates the pain for a while,
but then I wake up from the high
coming down on the low
and the tears flow and flow and flow.

I think I’ll stay in bed another day
knowing it’s too late to go back
and change the way
we had each other’s back.

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jonathandeanrichie

Currently living in Vietnam, teaching English, fixing the world's problems.

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