a little less dreamy, but oh well... i wrote this with the prompt word "rehab" in mind :)) we're so close to 800 reads!! crazy!! i'm finally back to updating my *gay novel* so check that out if you have the time and i'll be forever indebted <3 that was a chaotic a/n... enjoy this equally-chaotic poem :P
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i was
drunk
on you
in a million ways
addicted to the
feeling of your
lips on mine
the tingles
it sent through my
body
the sparks...
if you stick a fork
in a socket
you'll be electrocuted
or so my father
told me
if you were a
socket
that would've meant that
my fork
was permanently
lodged-
i was
high
on you
in a million ways
because every second
i was without you
felt like the
pure, unadulterated
pain
of withdrawal
every moment that
your hand
lingered next to
mine
but didn't take it
was a stab through my
heart,
even if you
held me close
later
you aren't supposed to
suffer
for love
or so my mother
told me
but i let you drag me
into your
torture chamber
and i did it with my
head held high-
i was
intoxicated
by you
in a million ways
normal people don't
obsess
over the curve of your
neck
or the shape of your
eyes
but i saw you as an
artist
would've
all smooth lines and
graceful, cutting
curves
i ignored the
sharp edges
and focused on the
fuzziness
that clouded my
thoughts
when you met my
gaze
head-on
with a little smirk
on your
face...
—
it's been a year now
and my heart is still in
rehab
though your drug
has run its course
by now
and as painful as it may
be
whenever i find myself
longing
for another
moment with you
i have found the
strength
within me
to force myself away.