It’s only when we lose something that we know it’s true value.
It’s only when that thing
whether it be human or object
living or not
has completely vanished.
It’s only when that ‘thing’
has been entirely removed
from our lives
that we get a feel for how life is
or was supposed to be
with the lack of its existence,
you may feel yourself returning to old habits
whether good or bad
beneficial or not.
Substitution is the most common way
it quickens time
eases you out of your misery
by tricking your mind into thinking that thing never really left.
Substituting his lips for a dimming cigarette
or for one that shares his race.
Substituting rage in the form of screams
for punches thrown at a hanging sack.
Expressing emotion through letters
rather than tears trickling down your face.
It’s a form of coping,
of convincing yourself that you are okay
until you actually are.
If you repeat ‘bloody mary’ thrice
it’s said that she’ll appear.
If i repeat ‘i’ll be okay’ thrice
will I be?