It's done.
We're finished.
We've changed with the season.
It's over,
I'm sorry.
A wintry grave
holds our
love.
The ice has thinned
under us.
Our bitter cold romance
never warmed
with Spring.

How does the universe heal
from all of the wounds
we've bestowed?

I think
it's because
the universe is so big
and what we do to it is so
minuscule
when put on a scale
with what it does to itself..
And what it's already been through and
is yet to experience.

The problem is
how big of a deal we make it
when its happening.
Rather then accepting and moving with
the pull of the cosmos.

I'm definitely
going through something
right now..
I wonder
how I'm supposed to
deal with this..

I think
I just miss you.

My life isn't going to stop
because of you.
I wont let it.
Sorry.

Sometimes I just want to
reintroduce old habits.
Swallow that "friend" and
feel more secure.
Chase it with a shot
or two.
Numb the everyday angst.
Deplete the panic and anxiety
back to the depths of my mind,
now cloudy and calm.
There will be no more rain
for the time being.
My "friends" are there for me.
But reality has a way of attacking
and protruding through the clouds
like a missile
aimed directly at my center
and prematurely crumbling core.