You are a vital medicine to me,
A forever addicting drug on my brain.
You are wholesome,
You are psychotic,
Everything I don’t but do need.
A reflex is what I call you,
An immediate, involuntary response,
In any situation although
Not always wanted,
But appreciated yet hated in hindsight.
I often wonder,
In sleep deprived daydream,
If I supply an isolated but overwhelming
Suffocation in your changing mind,
Like you have so rudely overtaken mine.
Forget, forget, words of a man tortured by pain,
But you linger,
A lonely ***** begging for time,
Yet when you receive it, you only push
Your desires away.
You pushed me away and I can’t return,
But a memory is imprinted in the folds of my life.
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 6:00 PM UTC