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Dec 2014
The very first time that I injected
you into my veins was
the first time that I ever felt true
euphoria.
The high that you gave me
was the single most addictive feeling
that I could ever experience in my life.
My addiction lasted for
one year
six months
two weeks
three days
eighteen hours
twenty-three minutes
and fifty-two seconds.
When my supply ran out,
I crashed head on into withdrawal.
Symptoms varied from
sobbing, to emptiness, to nausea,
to the crippling fear of
no one ever loving me again.
I knew euphoria,
oh, God, did I know euphoria.
But the black hole in my chest
******* me into myself
until I barely knew
my own identity
was so foreign to me.
The darkness claws into you and rips
apart everything that you thought
you knew about yourself.
Losing my drug was like drowning
with burning lungs
and ignored screams
and watching you walk away
instead of saving me.
The weight of the universe sat
upon my shoulders and
held me down.
No matter how hard I fought,
I just could not pick myself up.
The wind was knocked out of me
at the mere thought of you,
and it took just over a month to
stop my blood shot eyes from
shedding any more tears.
The initial detox, however,
was not the hardest part.
Continuously living without
you in my system
took its toll.
At night, I reached out for you
after having a dream that I
spent one last time in your arms.
My mind played cruel practical jokes
when it told my eyes to see you
every ******* where that I go.
My waist still feels phantom touches
from when you came up behind me
and wrapped yourself around me,
becoming one with the girl you loved.
My hands shake and quiver
as if tiny earthquakes are rupturing
inside of me
because they crave your
warm hand to hold.
The bits of you that are still
left in my system are no longer
the drug that I once knew.
You are now a poison
that runs inside of me.
I wish that you would have just let me
overdose
instead of force me to crave you.
Detox lasted for a month and a half,
but living without you has gone on for
four months,
three weeks,
six days,
twelve hours,
seventeen minutes,
and fifty-one seconds.
It did get easier after the initial hit,
but the ache of you
has never left my bones.
Sydney Noxon
Written by
Sydney Noxon  22/Non-binary/Chicago, IL
(22/Non-binary/Chicago, IL)   
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     WickedHope, ---, aesha nisar and WanderLust
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