I swore off your name,
told myself I'd never fall victim to you.
But all these lies of how awful you are,
they have come to mock me as I take you in
You are sweet and bitter at the same time,
because I know you are an addiction—
but you make me feel so good.
My head is clouded,
my legs are heavy,
my anxiety is gone,
and I can only focus on whats ahead of me
Oh,
why did I let myself become addicted to this buzzed feeling?
Because now as I have run out of you,
my head aches for you,
my legs stumble so easily,
and my anxiety makes my very core shake.
If I could just get you myself,
instead of having a little errand boy,
things would be so much easier for this one sided love.
YOU ARE READING
𝗣𝗼𝗲𝘁 𝗠𝗲 𝗔 𝗣𝗼𝗲𝗺
Poetrya collection of letters, poems, and short stories from deep within, a little addiction with it too; welcome to the emotions of the awkward teenage time we all once had.
