The Beatdown

Accidentally browsing through an ex-boyfriend's Instagram account
is tantamount to jumping in front of a streetcar
I feel beat-up
suckered into this curiosity
gut-punched by emotions I thought I could handle,
underestimating its ferocity
like a storm chaser without the proper gear to evaluate what's coming
insides all mangled
nerves jangled
a human devoured beyond repair
your happiness is a weapon I thought I could shield!
I'm angrily fixated on what was
and there you go just living