It’s easier to start here
Day one was a blur of Anger and depression
You screamed at the dishes
And cursed the grass
Just for growing.
It was exhausting.
On day two, reality sets in.
The house echoes with
Every loving word ever spoken-
With the last fight you had
The silence pounds at you
You get a headache
(the hangover doesn’t help}
You cry yourself to sleep again.
Day three, time for work
You can’t face it, so you go back to bed
with the latest designer drug and an extra blanket
This could be your life
Avoidance, pain, regret
It would be so easy – no responsibility
Maybe if he sees how sad
How pathetic
How lonely you are,
He’ll come back.
Maybe tomorrow will be better.
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