Without you(repeat of pain)

a year without you
is like a century with out my nose.
In spite i cut you out.
What was i even so upset about?
I wasn't ready.
These scars run deep,
They have healed.
But i am who i am.
Forgetting and forgiving.
How selfish
then the world reminded me.
i was hurt angry and lost.
I tried to fuck drink and smoke the pain away.
But only pain conceals the pain.
now we repeat.
for me, i won't make the same mistakes.
But that's a lie, because hurt people , hurt people.

see ya next round old friend.