It happened again.
I did it– lacked control
the keys beneath my fingers
like the broken mirror striking my flesh
is there really a difference
when it comes to hurting yourself
my fingers trembling
anxious with words–
suppressed sentiments
false strength through avoidance
I missed her.
I hate it
Drunk off her words for the first time in months
semi satisfied
like a junkie with fresh veins
spinning in disappointment
this sick addiction
drawing me in
the lesser of evils used to pass the numbness
or the reason for inferiority?
No matter.
I am here again.
Want a fix?
