That’s just how it goes

I can feel all the memories from my past

starting to rear their ugly heads again.

I thought it was over,

that the last time was the end.

I wanted to never break down again

on a date night, in your car,

bawling about how I was drowning,

that I relapsed and had to restart.

I thought it was all gone,

the pain of the past wiped clean.

Turns out, time doesn't care how bad it hurt-

just leaves you trying to find out what it all means.