I find it ludicrous how victim blaming
is so predominate in our society.
You ended us through a cryptic text message,
and began to ignore me,
and I “overreacted” when I demanded for answers.
I’m left frayed in your absence;
did you ever learn how to use scissors?
I bombarded you with pleas that fell
on a silenced phone,
read receipts turned off.
It’s hard for historians to accept the fact
that the records of some societies are lost forever.
Scientists don’t like to believe
we may never know how the Universe works.
How can you be so well kept in my presence,
when I sublime to the sound of your name?
Perhaps I shouldn’t compare your appearance
to the chemicals reacting inside you.
After all, you were never great at
expressing your emotions,
and I knew that very well.
Even Spock would be jealous
of your Vulcan traits.
Block everything out, would you.
You are preventing allies from entering your domain
to help your cause.
And I guess,
if Disney movies taught me anything,
a dream is a wish your heart makes.
Well, then I never mean anything I say.
You are such a persistent phantasm,
and you must love my mind,
because you never leave it.
Why do we love the things that are so harmful to us?
A smoker knows all too well that
cigarettes are slowly killing them,
yet they take a long drag anyway.
How can I get over someone I once loved?
Putting down that bottle of liquor,
it seems heavier than when I picked it up.
I’m an alcoholic and I’m skipping AA.