quick fix

remission doesn't last forever now,
stand together, now,
when things long gone make their returns
does it always bring you down?
I just watched as history repeated itself to me
laughing in its heartless manner
about how quickly the same story can be retold, can be retold
the beauty of it is, that, some of the characters,
they're different,
but have played these parts before
and it's enough to tear you apart
for someone-elses' happiness
as I am slowly learning
the depth and breadth of my own strength
and power
don't you let me forget it
I want to take you for granted
and I will
and I will
be bitter for a time,
cold and angry,
like ice on fire
and eventually melt,
falling to slumber,
and awakening in the morning,
cured.