relapse
sometimes the silence settles over my brain, stifling and bitter cold like a layer of snow.
I'm convinced that spoken words melt through to some of the ground beneath,
but the warmth reveals only the frozen grass and barren earth.
the watered-down version of the feelings too closed-off to express.
our arguments are debilitating
and I'd like to say she's wrong for picking on the sick person
but she's not.
our fight reminds me of what he said to me.
"people are expendable to you".
his words still haunt my dreams.
how sad, that they've had such a lasting effect
when all I wanted to do was rid myself of the ghosts that drifted by his side.
I'm convinced that spoken words melt through to some of the ground beneath,
but the warmth reveals only the frozen grass and barren earth.
the watered-down version of the feelings too closed-off to express.
our arguments are debilitating
and I'd like to say she's wrong for picking on the sick person
but she's not.
our fight reminds me of what he said to me.
"people are expendable to you".
his words still haunt my dreams.
how sad, that they've had such a lasting effect
when all I wanted to do was rid myself of the ghosts that drifted by his side.