Rehab Is For Quitters

Rehab Is For Quitters

A Poem by K.S.78

Rehab Is For Quitters



I know, I need to stop contacting you

Not because I want to, but you do

One night a week

Separate but unique

One night stands

 

This is not what I planned

I’ve never had one before

This was un-planned

Leaving tears and your empty words

Next to you, on the nightstand

Next time I’ll take cash

It’ll be at least a grand

 

This course in orbit seems perpetual

Crashing bodies harder than the time before

So far from transitional

Acting like a feign

Not weaning off of you

You say it should be easy

You don’t help

When you spin me

Outside of gravity

 

Coming back down to reality

This is not a joke

I mean literally

Why are you so hateful

Discarding me

I will never know the reasons

Could this be

My brain malfunctioning

 

High on all these chemicals

Makes us rebellious

I question your authenticity

I find you disingenuine

The way you keep me

Locked in

Hooked on your skin

You’re surprised when

I come

Unglued

 

I know nothing besides you

So, tell me that you’re done

Tell me that you’re dead and gone

 

Why can’t I remember

Get past the blur

Days after September

When you became a danger

Why couldn’t I see

After December

To try

Would only end in

Failure

 

k.s. 4/2013

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© 2013 K.S.78


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this was very well written, good job with the wording

Posted 10 Years Ago


"They say to check in one room is to check the others but are we not confined to one we already know best. Surely this room makes up for the others as it is glamorous and filled with beauty unchanged! As the others are but dilapidated and deprecated why make the move no?

Truly a room such as this is ours for the taking when we can lie down, enjoy and sleep it off. For windows are covered in beautiful drapes and bed sheets keep us warm and cozy. There is no sign of any mischief but only under the sheets. It is a reminder of the beauty once unraveled. The golden age of indulgence and innocence one might even say!

However, even the deprecated and dilapidated is one but too beautiful rooms we ought to take on ourselves. After all the fruit of our humanity lies in the seed it grows itself from. That seed once taken care of turns to a magnificent that will bear the future of our true nature. We are not to quit in that same room we've been given. After all, rooms of happiness do exist in the realm of our very first room that we checked ourselves with. Only we must open to those doors and take it upon stride that each room will fill our happiness differently and contently.

For what is not in the room of happiness are quitters but of inspiration that we are alive and happy today. This is the shade of happiness unlike any other. This is the constancy of our room. To conceal in the beauty of what makes us is boring but at to reveal it brazenly is to know we are ready to be thrilled and held!

So enter this room of happiness not because of its sake but because it is a sign of taking the dangerous and living it to the next level!"

PS:
(My bed buddies are a small bear bought from New York souvenir shop and a body pillow. True story lol! :) )

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Added on June 22, 2013
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Tags: Love, Breakup, Emotional, Free Verse, Heartbreak, Meltdown, Photography, poem, Poetry, Relationships, intimacy, sex, angst, self-harm, sad, depressed, angry, anxiety, loss, hate, used, manipulation, angery, hurt