I may be tipsy

I may be tipsy and the thoughts are random but all the photos that once gave me joy no longer do.

I cant see them as I used to. It all changed in a heartbeat.

I changed.

I may be tipsy and time has passed since then but the sadness you caused hasnt dimmed.

It still hurts now, the holidays with a Narcissist. What a happy time, eh!

I may be tipsy and I’m still scared. Scared of you and of who I’ve become.

Scared of the realisation it’s not a passing phase, this is me now. Me after you.

No amount of tipsy will ever change that.

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