Insanity

This is about an ex, but the words could be applied to any addiction that you refuse let go of, even when you see how damaging it is.

You created this wound

Dug the knife into my flesh

Then turned your back

As I coiled in on myself

 

When you returned

I chose to forgive

I lied to myself

About your trustworthiness

 

Your eyes met mine

Gentle and kind

A silent suggestion

Of a fresh start

 

But you broke my heart again

Much worse than before

A searing betrayal

Defacing your charm

 

Pain followed the anger

Tear stained pillows

Giving witness

To what was left of me

 

In time

I learned to heal

I learned to move on

Ridding myself of your shackles

 

I gazed at the knife wound

Scarred, but healed

A palpable testament

To an unending faith

 

But in my sleep

I found myself drifting

To that old weapon

Rusting in a heap of decay

 

Without thinking

I reached for it

Cutting open the wound

For fresh blood to pour out

 

I cut and tear

Skin and meat and bone

Crying, too weak

To stop this self-destruction

 

The damage you caused

Is mine to continue

Mine to refuse

A proper healing

Author's Note

I say these words because despite my ex's habits of reeling me in only to break my heart, I find myself continually drawn to him, knowing full well how it will end. I don't claim to understand this addiction.

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