This time last year my poetry was happy,
****.
Words flooding through me with a witty charm
A newness
A new man had danced into my life.
I wrote in my phone the other day:

"Is it possible to be obsessed with your ex-lovers?"

I don't know. Possibly.
I think I have been.
I do.
Dragging things out with you and you
Trying to feel like I am not the one left behind
How many times will I try?
This has got to be it

My hair is a tangled mess
Mama and I are awkward now
She told me she saw a movie
A mother and daughter stopped talking for 10 years
It happens, we both replied
Why do I feel like I am in literal hell?
I should start my day
But a heaviness and ache in my heart
From how we left things
How are ever really going to be friends?

I need more coffee.
More sleep.
And to really and truly
Let you go.