Chaos
New Years felt different.
We don’t cuddle anymore,
It’s no longer I love you.
More heartbreaks than I can take
I call my friends but get “you have reached the voicemail of-“
Family too
Get a text saying “I will get back to you”
Swearing that they are there for you
No one is ever there for you
…..
Tik tok
Look at the clock
No, wait
No sorry,
Look at THAT clock
There are too many clocks
Stop
Breathe
Count 1,2,3
Don’t touch me
Don’t touch me
Oh my Stop
Is what I want to say
Upset
Is what he will he get
Scared
On the new year
Twisting up the end of the year
I no longer want to fear,
feel this way
It would be subway if I could have it my way
But it isn’t
So I don’t
Maybe I should go
I have go
Copyright © Mary-Grenann Cottet | Year Posted 2022
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