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Old thoughts
Creep in
Months
Years later
As if the efforts I took
To diminish them
Throw them
To the curb
Gives them the right
The welcome
To return
As if my brain
Is their forever home
I’ve plateaued
Or maybe
Rather
I’ve fallen

Regardless
I’m ready
To build back up
And reach new heights
Despite who else
Is present
When
Will I be worth
Cherishing?

I’m afraid
To let myself
Be open
Again.
C
convenience
and commitment
are to not be mistaken
for one another
Sip
Every sip
I miss you more

And every other sip
Leads me one step closer
To apologizing
For how much
I miss you
My brain
Is wholly
Infected
By thoughts
And memories
Of you.
changed love
can be worse
than broken love
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