July 25th, 2011
The mirror can’t see what I won’t show
The things I don’t even want to know
I led myself into this game
I watched myself emerge in shame
I closed my eyes to hide the fear
But all the words I could still hear
Everything I could still feel
Oh how I wish this wasn’t real
February 24th, 2025
I felt the butterflies again
But they came with fears
Because your lips kissed me
For the first time in two years
You asked me on a date
The moment I’ve anticipated
Got my hopes up so high
And then retreated
You’re falling back
Like I’m somehow scary
When you’re the one
Who had pursued me
I’m tired of playing this game
Do you even want to stay
Because every time I let you in
You run the other way
January 17th, 2025
Hi, my name is Karissa
And I worry about my vices
I know I’m self destructive
When I’m left to my own devices
I don’t think I’m an addict
Is it too soon for this meeting
Can preventative care be a measure
When recovery isn’t fleeting
I’ve seen my mom’s struggles
I know the things she won’t admit
The last meeting I attended was with her
When I was just a kid
I always quit things cold turkey
Because moderation is tough
And it leaves me wondering
If dry January is enough
I’m hearing how easy it is
To lose all control
And fall down deep
Into the addiction rabbit hole
As a child of an addict
I try to take precaution
And taking breaks from my vices
Should I do this more often
I don’t know where this is going
But I know I’m glad that I came
Reminding myself “Just Another Drink”
Can be a slippery game
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