Apr 17, 2018


I told myself to take a break from writing it, then the hashtag appeared


and here I am,

crying over everyone else's baby pictures

and blaming it on my period having just started.

I dreamed about her last night.

I ran into her on the street

and she was there

but she wasn't.

And I ran away from her

like I've started to.

Addiction is a disease,

I know.

But it isn't like cancer.

It isn't like she's laying in a hospital bed

and I just haven't made time to visit in awhile.

It's a disease that takes up all the space in the room

So no one else in it

can exist anymore.