being lonely is fine
and i’m slowly recovering
but going through
cold turkey is hard
when you lurk
in my mind
with your stupid smiles
but i promise
i will stop inhaling you
i will stop craving you
like a drug addict
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Epiphany
Poetrye·piph·a·ny {any moment of great or sudden revelation} A boy contemplates his fragile and failing relationship in the backseat of his car, at 4am.
