You’re a curse,
and a legend.
I want nothing to do with you,
instead you follow me everywhere.
You’re intoxicating,
in all the right ways.
You’re an obsession,
to my nightmares.
You’re miles away,
yet occupy every little thought,
disturbance,
breath,
step,
choice.
Intolerable pain,
that I somehow can’t get rid of.
Because that’s all I have left,
of you.
Just ideas of your existence,
thoughts of your comfort,
anything,
to fix my craving.
Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 4:57 PM UTC
You’re a curse,
and a legend.
I want nothing to do with you,
instead you follow me everywhere.
You’re intoxicating,
in all the right ways.
You’re an obsession,
to my nightmares.
You’re miles away,
yet occupy every little thought,
disturbance,
breath,
step,
choice.
Intolerable pain,
that I somehow can’t get rid of.
Because that’s all I have left,
of you.
Just ideas of your existence,
thoughts of your comfort,
anything,
to fix my craving.
