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The first thing I hear tonight

Is the whine of an ambulance

And I realize that

Someone’s night is worse than mine



I thought I was safe

Until I read what

You said to him and

I just couldn’t trust you again



I wish I was back at the ocean

Standing in the cool breeze

Tasting the salt in the air

Before I couldn’t stand you.  



Before I felt like you

Were taking over

My breaths are cut short

Almost suffocating in your body heat





I am a werewolf

Who locks himself in his room

To spare his friends and family and

Any others he may encounter



I sit and wait it out

Wait for sleep to take over

And in the morning

I know it will be better



I will emerge healthy

My bad tempers will

Leave me and everyone else

Alone



This is why I can’t be happy

Something is always

Hitting me in the back of the head

Wanting out. Wanting to be felt



Sometimes I just can’t live with myself

I want to be a strong person

For my friends, who need it,

And my family, who expect it



I thought I was moving far away

But you still fill my thoughts

Everyday I hurt, ache

From both missing you, and hating you



I look at this painting in my room

And as my friend asks,

“How does it make you feel?”

All I can think of is you



You’ve scattered my thoughts

Like the subjects of this poem.  

Cut up into puzzle pieces

Waiting to be put together