Relapse/Recovery/Relapse

This is my relapse poem

For every night I’ve seen deeper than skin

Every time I’ve called a voicemail at 2am

Hoping desperately

You could save my life

Which I didn’t want to live

 

This is my relapse poem

For every time I’ve cried myself to sleep

My body aching for the touch of yours

Just

Once

More

 

This is my relapse poem

For admitting to myself that I’m looking to be saved

Because I don’t think I really want to die

Wishing those nights I didn’t scare my self so much

Being alone.

 

This is a recovery poem

For every night I’ve put down the silver sliver

For every night I only see the color red in my dreams

And every un-answered call sent to voicemail.

I’d settle just to hear your voice

 

This is my recovery poem,

But it only last so long

Until missing you again

Gets me back to the beginning

Seeing deeper than skin

Or deeper than your words.

Reviews

[Late Night Writer]

Wow, this got me on the verge to crying. Great imagery. I could really connect through your words!