The cycle breaks once again

In remission

Am I finally clean?

Is he finally out of my mind?

Out of my heart?

No?

One more sniff of that delicious love

that lavish, eye rolling love

inhale it

makes the dopamine levels go high

high up

Days

Months

Years pass

He’s erased from my memory…

Finally.

Gone.

You know cycles don’t break?

He’s gone

but there is a new narcotic up for sale

How could you resist?

 

See this poem of my personal blog: https://deeptalkforgirls.wordpress.com/2016/08/28/an-open-letter-to-my-drugged-up-heart/

Published by Michelle Tulik