26th day of sobriety, of self-respect  
Detox can be spirit-breaking.  
It often feels like a slow death.  
The cravings pulse with each heartbeat,  
leaving you drained,  
urging you to reach out —  
perhaps by texting, sending an emoji,  
Or maybe just "liking" a post
Consumed by the need to stay attached to what is familiar.  

You dwell on old messages,  
waver between memories of sweetness and pain.  
But one day,  
You find the strength to release them.  
You erase the old threads,  
delete the contact,  
and reclaim yourself.  
You might still relapse  
until you learn to recognize the red flags  
and to stand tall in your conviction  
to avoid repeating the toxic cycle.

A raging bull
Red fiery eyes
Smoked out
Charging at me
It Went for my throat
Silencing my screams.
Punctured my skin
Blood shed, blood clot

Onto the next one,
This'll be the best one--
Funny how it's you again,
Wrapped in an awful loop again,
Needn't talk about the last one,
We're onto the next one,
And this,
Will be,
The Best One.

Just a number that tells a lot
A number that sounds like
"youth passion love"
I see him so often that I think
He is living in my iris
And even if I lost my sight
I'd still get a glimpse of him

Our red thread has started to compress my pinky finger
Our pinkies finger, that have lived through so many kisses, promises, lies and fights
He always seemed to wonder
« What it was like to be alone »
To be without
His other half, his partner, his aurius

But I left
And suddenly every song was singing about him
My red ***** was going crazy with the lack of him
Th warmth of your touch was so consuming
That I felt naked when you left the room

I was shivering from the cold you left
My stubble raise as a barrier
In order to protect from your
Toxicity, obsession, mischief

But in the end me, and my pinky
Are too weak against you

I saw you in the water
I wonder if you'll make me drown
You pulled me in and held me close
Like no one has ever held me before
I enjoyed the embrace, even if it would be the last
Making me forget how to swim
That's a drone in your Waters
The warmth of the embrace
The cold that starts to set in
I feel like I'm drowning
All the air has left my lungs
What am I to do
I can't fight it
I'm too far from the surface
The only one at around
the one who sunk me down
Do I deserve it
Is this my fault
Questions you ask yourself
in the final moment
Was anything truly worth it