Thought I healed when the silence got light,
thought I escaped all them sleepless nights.
Then one damn message pulled me deep,
back underwater where I couldn't breathe.
And relapse ain't loud, it creeps in slow,
through old memories you thought you outgrew.
I knew your games, knew every line,
still let you back inside my mind.
That's the part that broke me worse—
being self-aware inside the curse.
Watching myself ignore the signs,
while crossing every boundary line.
I became a ghost in my own skin,
repeating places I already been.
And every promise I made to myself
ended back on a broken shelf.
Three lives later and I barely know
The girl who begged you not to go
First came love, then came war
Now I don't feel that hurt no more
I survived every version of hell
Every lie I used to tell myself
Now your memory fades like smoke
And I finally let it go
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem