I’ve returned to my known state of mind.
Maybe it’s comfortable.
Cowering in this shade filled room.
Tears dripping from figurative self inflicting wounds.
Addicted to this curse,
that takes a bottle shaped form.
Mind indulging in songs and lyrics,
that keep the heart prone to aching.
Locking away every ounce of courage that my being contains.
Living this phase as beautifully as can be.
And after I’m done,
I’ll make sure to continue on,
forever keeping this part of me with me.
In hopes of never returning to this state of me.
That I’ve grown with so familiarly.
© Duc Nguyen WordsOnEmptyEars, 2016