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I can't keep distracting myself
when thoughts of you
come plummeting down like avalanches.
I can only stop myself from missing you
so many times
before the aching becomes a habit.
A friend asked me to write a poem about her ill fated love life. This is poem 1/3.
Sarah Logan Aug 2015
I wish you craved me the way you crave that nicotine
I with you reached for my body like you do for that pack
I wish my smile was your addiction
And my kiss satisfied your needs
I wish I occupied the space in your bones that black tar fills
I wish I could wrap around you the way each cloud of smoke does
I wish I was your addiction
And I wish I was enough for you.
Amaya Bhavya Aug 2015
Hunger without craving

Alcohol without intoxication

Drugs without addiction

Me without you
Batool Aug 2015
Sitting by her window
alone in a dimly lit room
fixing her gaze
on the midnight moon
feeling the thickness of night growing
she had that strong urge
to read
his unwritten story ...
Cassie Jul 2015
craving the taste of your lips and your hands on my hips
Paraluman Jul 2015
Craving* for a touch I've never felt.
Craving for someone I've never met.
Craving you excessively.
HugoTula#2
celey Jul 2015
i'm not sure if what we had could be considered love
since i've been told
love cannot be known so easily

i just want that feeling again
that feeling you gave me
i'm helplessly craving
that giddy feeling of loving life

even if it's with somebody new
especially if it's with somebody new
so i know you're not the only one
who can make me feel so alive
ArthurDKid Jul 2015
Little I was
I once dreamed
be smaller than glass
in a pool of sparkly goodness

Reminiscing how little I sip
to simulate that dream
funny how i forced myself to believe
Neex Jul 2015
This feeling called love,
With all it's trouble,
All it's pain,
All it's hurt,
I'll take it.

Hopefully,
I feel the bliss,
Because I'm craving it,
And this feeling,
Of insignificance,
**Is tearing me apart.
I want that feeling,
The feeling that someone doesn't just need me,
But wants me aswell.
Emily Martin Jun 2015
sitting in the passenger seat of your car at 2 am felt more like home than any other place ever did.
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