Gonna try something different and r e a l l y try and let go. All these unreciprocated feelings are killing me. One of the hardest things I have ever had to do. I don’t want to feel the feelings of love anymore. I don’t want to love anyone. I need to focus on me. No one loves me more than myself. Only person I’ll ever need is me, myself, and I.
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| — | Buddha |
A Drug
Chasing a high, that was once felt between two, now one, how quickly things have become undone. My head is cloudy, vision is blurry. Images of you and me… what used to be. Beautiful as they are, reaching and grasping the further they flee. From my mind, my soul, my heart begins to bled and then it starts.. I fiend.
I need it back. Just one taste, a warm embrace. Hell bent to lose that feeling of ecstasy that arises when you’re next too me, caressing me, and how it’s elevated when you’re sexing me. Itchin’ and scratchin’, crashin’ day by day. Withdraw really is a bitch… I must say.
Your love is my drug. It makes my world stand still. Wondering how long it’ll take before I heal. Curled up in bed, these tears I shed, just one more hit, I yearn for it. Close my eyes I see you. At night I feel you. When I sleep we speak. In my dreams I’m weak, I awake and I’m sweaty because my body knows that it has to let go.
When it comes to this drug staying clean has never been easy, it’s the only thing that’s ever seemed to please me.
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