Sick
The joy, the rush, the sweet adrenaline rushing through your veins- Are all things I loathe you for.
The joy
Ah, like a cold breeze on a hot day that dries the slim sheen of sweat lining your brows.
The rush
So exciting, so filling, like taking a shot at the basket a couple of seconds before the time's out.
The adrenaline
The super sweet feeling of your body warming up as you rush through a crowd of people. Holding their arms out to embrace you. Taking you as you are.
So sick
You're so sick.
I hate you.
Get away.
Get away.
Go away.
Go away.
Go away, please.
Go away before I hurt you...
I don't want to hurt you, just please go away.
You're sick.
YOU ARE READING
Suffocate | ✅
Poetry𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢. __ {Complete} "Suffocate" if the genre wasn't obvious enough already- Is a poem book. Some poems are about touchy subjects which include my opinions on matters that many readers...
