things will never be the same again

To the woman I was… thank you. To the woman I am, we are doing great.

i was 17

heartbroken

i didnt know who I was anymore

(did I ever?)

and I sat on my bedroom floor

and I thought: THINGS WILL NEVER BE THE SAME AGAIN.

i held your hand as you took your last breath,

watching you pass onto the next life

(what life?)

and I picked up the bottle

and thought: THINGS WILL NEVER BE THE SAME AGAIN.

my face splattered across the pavement

drink in

wit out

(for the last five years)

and I watched a life I was scared of

flash before bloodshot eyes

and I laid in a hospital bed

bloodied and beaten by the life I was making

and I sobbed: THINGS WILL NEVER BE THE SAME AGAIN.

but they were

birthdays came and went

(I am 22 now)

I made love

I learned

I hated

I broke

I ate lettuce

I drank tequila

I cut my hair

And life was the same again.

(But now I love it)

Categories: Poetry

Imy Brighty-Potts

I am the founder and editor of The Hysteria Collective, poetry writer, play lover and Philosophy and Politics graduate. Hobbies include wine, cheese and coffee. @imybrightypotts on Twitter. @imyiswriting on Instagram.

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