They say,
if you throw a frog
in boiling water
it will hop right out.

But, if you turn
up the heat
slowly,
it will boil to death. 

I did not realize
that the heat
was inching
upwards
and upwards.

I was swimming
in burning water,
in blissful ignorance
of when
it would all come
crash down.

I did not know
that I was boiling.

Relapse.
It happens.
Sometimes it feels so good, the adrenaline rush for the adrenaline ******.
Sometimes you hate yourself more than you did before.
The sweet yet incriminating taste of relapse.
It happens.

I always overthink
Leaving permanent ink
One thought
Next another
Each and every other
The constant annoying utter

she is a happy ending,
not everyone can wait for.

mourning
on the
morning sun

just a month
of a
newly year

already
a lot of
painful memories
has come