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,
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.