I’m emotionally spent, physically drained

I woke up hungover from all the pain

The details are fuzzy, but the outcome is clear

When I opened my eyes and you weren’t here

Rewind a few hours and we’re in the front lawn

You’re yelling something, spinning another con

I’m walking away, not hearing it anymore

Until I’m inside crying behind the closed door

I don’t even know what happened, I don’t know what to feel

I can’t process how we get here, I don’t even know what’s real

I’m looking at my phone now and I see missed calls

Texts asking for another chance to go back before it all

You want to start all over again, but I don’t know if I can

I’m spent from the late night fights and constant arguing

I’m laying here this morning, another headache from last night

Emotionally numbed and physically nauseous from yet another fight

© Chelsie Cummings 2017

2 thoughts on “hungover

  1. I’m not sure as to whether this is fiction or fact but boy did I feel this! It pierced my soul and it’s aching me still… if it’s fiction… then I can’t wait to read one of your self written books… if it’s fact… then I’ll be praying for you… that God may give you comfort and strength… much love xxx

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