We don’t have relationships we have
collisions
Train wrecks, pile ups
Multiple casualties
Recovery uncertain
Freewheeling our own trauma cycles
flying lying
A dance defying control
Then crashing
Recovery never certain
We don’t have goodbyes we have never see
you again
Cut off cut out unfriend
I shut you out cos I know no other way
To control the pain
Recovery at any cost
We don’t have answers just more; more
questions
Don’t wana release it on anyone
Don’t wana make it worse
The aching gnawing yawning Holes
In our Souls
In recovery
Nothing certain
Ms.BJ
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