Untilted; For My Emma, The Rehabilitated.

when you know what youre up against do the rules still apply?

my intentions started out innocent,my intuition clear

but vague circumstances led to empty emotions, 

leading to the bottom of empty botles and empty nights,

fighting empty battles, with empty judgements.

both of us reaching out into empty darkiness,

hoping to fill voids with makeshift remedies,

atleast to our alleviate our souls' pain.

nothing now seems permanent

but if we hold a little longer to those fading memories

cling close to what we once knew maybe it'll renovate itself. 

maybe for one night i can muffle my concious

turn down my thoughts and tape myself together

my dreams will reattach

my mind will be painless,

the ambiguous will disintegrate

my spirit will seem shameless,

this situation will seem blameless.

maybe for one day i won't feel the need tear through walls

burn down boundaries, lash out in blind envy.

i'll be able to stand sight of my own skin

the taste of my own words.

i know i'm showing up to gun fight with a knife,

but to hell with them and their expectations & observations.

to hell with their steps and progress.

i've realized that i already won.

so i'll ask again,

when you know what you're up against do the rules still apply.

 

Author's Note

My word choice is meant to sit heavy in those who don't understand the darkness some people face during their search for sobriety.

Reviews

[☮Alpenglow]

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