Thoughts #7

Not sure if I’ll cope tonight

Going out is such a chore

Plus there’s a chance

You’ll force me to dance

And my head is already sore

Possibilities

I’m
going out
tonight

To
remind
myself
to live

I’m also
hoping to
forget

What I
know
I can’t
forgive

Catching Up

It
was
so
good
to see
you

But
now
I’m
glad
you’ve
gone

You
remind
me too
much of
my life
before

And
what
has
since
gone
wrong

Immovable

It’s like wading through a swamp. Trying to drag your limbs from quicksand. Pushing against an invisible wall, a colossal weight strapped to your back. Everything takes so much longer. So many hours are lost. Motivation is impossible to muster. Action comes only in waves. Trivial tasks are insurmountable and nothing makes sense.

I’ve become physically, mentally and emotionally immovable.

Please, send help.

Open Ending

It was quite nice talking to you last night.
I was able to forget, for a moment, that my heart is broken.

It felt good to laugh, to smile, to dance.
I thought I'd forgotten how to do those things.

I'm glad we randomly met last night.
But I'm also glad you left when you did.

Now I have the memory of our open ending,
To help mend my grieving heart.

Booze (Pt 1)

I hope I find the answers I’m looking for at the bottom of this pint glass.

Otherwise putting make up on to leave the house tonight was a waste of time…

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