Thirty Days
By F.Bevless
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30 days on Tuesday
Don't it
A whole fuckin month
A way to think clearly a new way to live, changed people changed places and changed things don't go crawling back to the parasitic relationship that ran your world
Your thoughts
Your cognition
Your ambitions and your love
The day I found her began a long chapter of erased pages and unfinished sentences. Sentenced to be in love and in pain. Nothing was the same. Being together made me appreciate the trees, the sky, the how, the now, and the why, my own very existence. When we were together, I was enhanced
She said I'm better when I'm high
So
I was always high. I wanted nothing more than to please this addiction, she's the only one to which I listened because when I did the dull passing of time became a beautiful river of color and love, shimmering numbness and glisten, Gluttony, decadence, lust, appreciation, and absence
She said I'm better when I'm high
And I believed her I let her lead, always leaving to be the better version of me. Stepping out for a quickie, quickly I was lost. Back into the room with a pleasant haze over what unfolded in front of me. Rolling blunts to be straightforward and blunt, the better me, the me it didn't hurt to be, the me she was in love with. Painfully awkward turned into laid fully backward - somersaults and spinning, I believed I was pinning my joy down to the thumb tack of our romance. The tack that held us together would show on a map where I could find the optimal me and a clear way to get there
She said I'm better when I'm high
So I was always high. but soon it left me broke, and bankrupt with a better me just around the paycheck. I was constantly checking my balance but falling over regardless. I thought that love was harmless until she robbed me blind and I left arms-less. Without her, I had no way to combat the vanity of existence, no haze to distort pain, no enhancement in color or glisten, no one to listen to me, especially not myself
30 days on Tuesday
Don't it
A whole fuckin month
A way to think clearly a new way to live, changed people changed places and changed things don't go crawling back to the parasitic relationship that ran your self-perception, a way to get help and to be in control of your own life.
She said I'm better when I'm high
When I'm….less me
30 days yesterday. A celebration day followed by missing her more than I ever have. I want to drink away the feeling of my social inability, but beer would just bring her back reigniting the spark that burned me at both ends and ran me into the ground. In the heat of the passion, I would go back to the worst part of me I've ever seen. Everyone around me is drunk and I want to feel the embrace of a can, hold her in my hand and let her take me home. Let her take me out of here, to be just us two, hiding out, stuck in my head, because oh my god all theses people made me feel alone.
She said I'm better when I'm high. When I'm drunk. When I'm tripping. When I'm…. Less me. And I fucking believed her, I let her lead straight to my internalized concept of self where I was inadequate without her strength. My relationships had long revolved around this chemical affair but now my relationship with myself was nothing but chemical withdrawal.
30 days sober. 31 days tonight. 32 days tomorrow and it just gets better. I can do this.
Don't it
A whole fuckin month
A way to think clearly a new way to live, changed people changed places and changed things don't go crawling back to the parasitic relationship that ran your world
Your thoughts
Your cognition
Your ambitions and your love
The day I found her began a long chapter of erased pages and unfinished sentences. Sentenced to be in love and in pain. Nothing was the same. Being together made me appreciate the trees, the sky, the how, the now, and the why, my own very existence. When we were together, I was enhanced
She said I'm better when I'm high
So
I was always high. I wanted nothing more than to please this addiction, she's the only one to which I listened because when I did the dull passing of time became a beautiful river of color and love, shimmering numbness and glisten, Gluttony, decadence, lust, appreciation, and absence
She said I'm better when I'm high
And I believed her I let her lead, always leaving to be the better version of me. Stepping out for a quickie, quickly I was lost. Back into the room with a pleasant haze over what unfolded in front of me. Rolling blunts to be straightforward and blunt, the better me, the me it didn't hurt to be, the me she was in love with. Painfully awkward turned into laid fully backward - somersaults and spinning, I believed I was pinning my joy down to the thumb tack of our romance. The tack that held us together would show on a map where I could find the optimal me and a clear way to get there
She said I'm better when I'm high
So I was always high. but soon it left me broke, and bankrupt with a better me just around the paycheck. I was constantly checking my balance but falling over regardless. I thought that love was harmless until she robbed me blind and I left arms-less. Without her, I had no way to combat the vanity of existence, no haze to distort pain, no enhancement in color or glisten, no one to listen to me, especially not myself
30 days on Tuesday
Don't it
A whole fuckin month
A way to think clearly a new way to live, changed people changed places and changed things don't go crawling back to the parasitic relationship that ran your self-perception, a way to get help and to be in control of your own life.
She said I'm better when I'm high
When I'm….less me
30 days yesterday. A celebration day followed by missing her more than I ever have. I want to drink away the feeling of my social inability, but beer would just bring her back reigniting the spark that burned me at both ends and ran me into the ground. In the heat of the passion, I would go back to the worst part of me I've ever seen. Everyone around me is drunk and I want to feel the embrace of a can, hold her in my hand and let her take me home. Let her take me out of here, to be just us two, hiding out, stuck in my head, because oh my god all theses people made me feel alone.
She said I'm better when I'm high. When I'm drunk. When I'm tripping. When I'm…. Less me. And I fucking believed her, I let her lead straight to my internalized concept of self where I was inadequate without her strength. My relationships had long revolved around this chemical affair but now my relationship with myself was nothing but chemical withdrawal.
30 days sober. 31 days tonight. 32 days tomorrow and it just gets better. I can do this.
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