the constant state

isn’t this what happens when all
the big banging around is done
isn’t this the recovery
isn’t this the constant state

we go through hours or weeks
or months of something,
when we are “through”
we start the recovery process
that lasts until the next
something happens
then…

isn’t this the recovery
isn’t this the constant state

— GB

I belong to me now

when can I start
once again, move in
some direction that
is that is not
following you

I need a new everywhere
that you aren’t in
some place that exists
that you do not
so I can go out
without paralyzing fear
of seeing your face
in my reality

I should expel every
meaning attached
to you, every thought,
every reaction, every
atom sized piece of
you trapped inside
and outside of me

I will be strong
where you make me weak,
disengage from all your
triggers, tear apart
all those notes that
held power over me

I belong to me now

— GB