Jul 22, 2017 · 1 min read

Pre-Relapse
By: Shannon Brown
The hurt,
The anger,
The betrayal,
All the dirt that she flung?
She went back to him.
He’s no better than the drug.
I fought,
I tried,
I dug in so hard.
But she thought,
She cried,
She gave it no time.
You may as well call this
The pre-relapse.
Because with a boy like him,
One with no class,
Just give it time.
A relapse will come.
But don’t cry, don’t ask,
Please be aware.
Her heart can’t, and won’t
withstand One more tear.
