Breaking Points

A Poem

Photo by Tanin Ahmadi on Unsplash

it’s another night
of loneliness crashing like a wave,
and i wonder how everyone does it —
pretending they’re okay when they’re not.

i tell myself this won’t be
my breaking point —
because i’ve been here before
and know the games of my mind at play.

it was so much easier
when you were still here
and i could convince myself
i was worthy of so much more than this.

it’s another morning
of frost forming across my thoughts,
leaving trails for all the beasts to roam
while i lose myself in a perpetual labyrinth.

i tell myself this won’t be
my breaking point —
because i know the cost involved
when dancing with melancholia and madness.

it was so much better
when i could just call you up
and listen to your voice on the line
while i steadied my breaths in slow bursts.