#addicting
Last night, the moon shone
like a new new star just born,
I looked into the mirror
It showed me my reflection, me...
'There is something fundamentally wrong with me, with you', my reflection whispered.
Her soft, warm, honey voice wrapped me up like a warm blanket on a cold crude winter night.
'I told the moon about you', she said,
'for he carries the same scars as you do.'
My naive innocent trembling self reached out to touch her skin, my skin,
'what did he said?'
''He asked, why act like a victim when you are the assailant? Why you wear your wounds and show them as if they are not your own undoing? '
My head fell down slowly as my hand followed soon,
my pride sank along with my fragile ego as my anger scattered on the floor.
I thought I hid it well.....but how do you hide from yourself?
Then it suddenly occurred to me,
why must I flinch from my own self?
For even in betrayal
I am still my own oldest companion,
my one true love.
For I myself am the one true lover of mine that will never betray me.
So I lifted my head again, meeting the eyes of the one who authored both the ache and the healing;
the reason for my ****** life.
I expected resentment...
but instead my reflection smiled
and I, in return smiled back.
Nov 8, 2025
Nov 8, 2025 at 9:36 AM UTC
You're like a coffee
Uncertainty
Sometimes sweet and bitter
Taking me higher
A strong scent
That rest and resent
Stimulating; Addicting
In my head: clinging
Jan 16, 2022
Jan 16, 2022 at 12:02 AM UTC
We look for guidance
From a sky born of chaos
Stars think we're insane
Aug 26, 2021
Aug 26, 2021 at 7:47 AM UTC
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I knew if I said too much
This would happen
I should have known
And not gotten so close
He is like a flame
And I, a moth
I keep coming back
Except this time I was really burned
I want to go back though
Say it was all ********
And I made it up
Ask for forgiveness
But I know I can’t
I know why I’ve been feeling this sinking feeling
In my stomach every time I thought about him
My mind warned me
But I didn’t listen
Like a moth to a flame
I kept going back
I couldn’t help myself
I wish I listened
I wished I stopped,
Cold turkey
But he’s addicting
And I’ve already burnt
My wings to a crisp
I can’t fly away
I’m stuck here
Left to defend
Against the unwanted thoughts
And the ultimate betrayal,
He has displayed
I won’t go back, I can’t
But I might
He still is a flame
And I, a moth
Feb 19, 2020
Feb 19, 2020 at 4:34 PM UTC
In childhood days
we thought we could remain
forever youthful and vibrant
that we would stay the same
Summer evenings
lingered longer then
as we chased through the wood
our golden-fire friends
Never did we dream
of farewells or goodbyes
our futures vast and open
as summer starry skies
Autumn came and
stole away those nights
our ageless innocence dissipating
as misty clouds from sight
No longer would we share
a child's purity of view
summer left us and with her
our memories of youth
To where do they go, our memories
of times together framed,
of moments past so long forgotten
when we were still the same?
What turn did you take?
Where did your step go astray
that led you down a path so far
from simple summer days?
Yet you found the way to remain,
frozen as winter's crystal breath,
timeless now and infinite
your youth cloaked in death.
Another autumn night drifts by
years adding onto mine
while you, in the vastness of the sky,
awake an ageless twenty-nine.
Jan 4, 2020
Jan 4, 2020 at 9:31 PM UTC
I find that we poets have
a quiet desperation to write
that keeps us hanging onto life.
Nov 23, 2019
Nov 23, 2019 at 12:13 AM UTC
both appealing but addicting
and will give you a
painful death.
Oct 24, 2019
Oct 24, 2019 at 11:09 AM UTC
Alone...
Whether I'm in a crowded room,
or alone with you....
It never seems to be enough...
I guess it shouldn't bother me as much,
this feeling of loneliness...
I'd grown all too familiar with it growing up...
Never fitting in,
always the one being left out of parties and social gatherings....
This feeling of loneliness is something I'd grown accustomed to,
but i never expected to feel it from you....
I thought you'd be different,
I know how much your gaming means to you and I get that,
I really do...
I just need someone...
Someone who's always going to be there,
sure there'll be distractions,
but nothing that's so self emerging and addicting that in that moment and time nothing else matters but winning...
I just need that constant reassurance,
that you're not going anywhere,
that I'm ok...
All i want is to be ok..... Not Alone......
I want, no, I crave that comfort, like a warm blanket and cozy socks,
curled up at a window to watch the rain as it pours down outside...
God I feel so alone.....
Jun 20, 2019
Jun 20, 2019 at 3:17 AM UTC
Roses are red, Violets are blue,
They say it's addicting;
Now I know it's true.
But the roses are wilting;
The flowers are dead.
My hands are shaking;
And my hips are lined red.
Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 2:31 AM UTC
i haven't eaten lunch in a few days
and i already don't eat breakfast
now i'm starting to eat less at dinner too
why is it that
when you see the numbers on the scale go down
it becomes addicting?
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 6:58 PM UTC
drown me.
drown me in your scent, like waves crashing,
the sea that used to be calm made a tsunami,
and left marks of yourself.
you make me feel whole.
addicting, intoxicating, like alcohol;
like drugs, drowning in ecstasy,
let me drown in you.
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 7:12 AM UTC
There is a thing that makes someone that we love and rose become our favorite things.
They both,
Beautiful yet lovely
Fragrant yet addicting
And,
They are also painful
Like Rose which has torn and bleed our arm when we touch it
Or,
Like someone that we love who promise us something, but only words which gone hopeless until we upset with tears.
Then,
It always ended up to loving and wanting them back, over and over. Even though we knew how it felt being hurt.
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 7:15 PM UTC
You are the bell ring
Baby, you’re stimulating
I’m just Pavlov’s dog
Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 3:49 PM UTC
Just a piece of metal,
That's stained with red and white.
Leading me to sweet pain,
And such a lovely high.
Flawless drops of red escaping,
While this addictive white dust is introduced to my brain.
My mind feels so beautiful,
And my whole body trembles.
Thinking of the taste of your neck,
While shivers run down my spine.
The bitter taste in my throat,
Masking the emotions I suppress.
Feelings of you keep swelling up,
So I do another line to tame them.
Your charming smile vanishing,
Replaced with lustful eyes.
Calming down my heart,
And filling up my mind.
May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 7:46 AM UTC
You're a bottle of a tequila
I can't run out of
You just keep replenishing yourself
Every time I take the thought of you in
Why you got yo be so addicting?
Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 8:11 PM UTC
I saw you walk away from me, your eyes like burnt pastries
Tasteless was your gaze and tainted was your smirk.
I saw the last of your silk locks, saving themselves from my satin ruffles.
Useless was the lingerie I'd run my fingers through when you'd lean closer.
You told me my smile was the sun, yet you left in your spacecraft
Flirting with the stars, you left my glowing figure in a mist veil of polluted smoke.
You said I would drown in each lingering kisses, deep in a sea promised to never dry up.
You held me down with your addicting anchor; tempting was your touch and hopeful was your blush.
I saw you walk away,
Tasteless;
Tainted;
Useless;
Refugee;
Polluted;
Suffocating;
Addicting;
Hopeful.
I love you.
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 12:45 PM UTC
Depression is a lonesome soul. She lives in a small house with no lights on. Dark hair and dark clothes, a genuine smile never graces her face. She curls herself into a ball of black, making herself so small that she is barely noticed by most. She brings out tears in the dead of night as people lay in their beds. Gives them the sense of tiredness that can not be fixed with sleep.
Depression has no friends except the thoughts in her head. Wondering if she is good enough, wondering if her life is worth living. Wondering how much longer she will last. She is stuck in hole without a ladder or rope to get out. Falling and falling like Alice, until she reaches her dark twisted Wonderland. Full of things that make people cry or turn their head. Smelling of a potent rose with vanilla, addicting. The silence in this Wonderland is deafening, letting thoughts come to life, screaming. The taste of blood, metallic and of molasses, slow and sickly sweet.
Depression is an addicting woman if you ever meet. Depression is a lonely woman who only wants someone to love and to be loved.
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 10:13 AM UTC
Welcome to the house of addictions: please, leave your assumptions at the door. . .
I emptied my pockets
I sorted the change
My conscience receding
Mentality, deranged
A straw in my nose
And a blade in my hand
The velvet of breathing,
Crushed on command
A line of white rabbit
Appears on my desk
Clean, and well sorted,
Yet I am a mess
If a substance is stronger
Than myself, alone,
Perhaps I should ***** it
Addictively prone
For, the path of assumptions
Undoubtedly leads
To the house of addictions
In which you’ll find me. . .
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 2:42 AM UTC
Your words were like nicotine
I drag through my lungs
Ash in my mouth
And stick to thoughts
Flicking out the embers of doubt
Burning away my worth
Filter gone yellow with poison
Creating dependence
Sick but addicting
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 9:52 AM UTC
Thing is, I'm more afraid of being happy
Than of being alone and lonely.
Happiness doesn't feel real.
It feels like a mirage in a dessert.
It's not real.
It only lasts for so long.
And once it's gone, you will feel worse than before.
I often think that sadness is better.
Though sadness sometimes shakes me
It doesn't break me.
It can't because I'm used to it.
I can't feel worse if I don't know what happy is.
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 10:03 AM UTC
You were my drug
you were my sedative
and I'll admit it
I was an addict
I needed you
**** I craved you
I loved how you felt,
flowing through my veins
but you were dangerous
you were harmful
and I nearly overdosed
so as hard as it was
I put you down
and told myself
to walked away
I may still be an addict
I'll probably be one
my whole life
but I'm recovering
and I'm healing
and finally I'm clean
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 5:09 AM UTC
Addicted to the room spinning
The blur of the lights
And the red in my eyes
My disguise in the dead of the night
And you've been fine all this time
Yet I've been drinking myself to sleep
Since the beginning of all the lies
Wondering how you're fine
Then I realize that in the light of day
Everyone sees a smile on my face
No one can see all my regrets
All my mistakes
And I think that you hide
Behind whiskey too
Cause it's my only addiction
Besides you
And I'd like to think that you're miserable too
How else could I make it through?
Whiskey took your place years ago
But I'm still addicted to you both
At least drinking shows me the truth
All I ever got was lies from you
I know I need to quit
You and whiskey
But I can't seem to forget your face
And that bottle is so pretty
I guess another shot couldn't hurt anything
**** you and whiskey
You're both way too addicting
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 11:54 PM UTC
It’s like some heavy mass in the center of yah chest
But you can walk without losing any breath.
A black hole that’ll crush all the meat and bone.
Pulling all the nerves till it collapses on it’s own.
Forever lasting blasting dark thoughts into yah head.
Questions form about the dead.
How will you die if you fry not in a pan
but on pavement or asphalt from a car accident.
Will I burn to death or die from pain.Obscure questions all the same.
It hurts a little, bluntly.
All the sudden it ends abruptly.
Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 10:44 PM UTC