Haunted

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I'm haunted. Haunted by the memories, the fears, the nightmares. Haunted by reminders of the future and past. Haunted by the days that are passing by too fast. I don't have time to catch up or breathe. It is all suffocating me, i am so tired. I want a break. But i will never get one -- sleeping isn't even a break anymore. I wake up and instantly feel like i am laying in a death bed in hell. Except i do not feel the heat from the fire, only the excruciating pain. I want to feel good; i want him to hold me down and tell me he loves me. Does this make sense? I could be anywhere, but i want to be with him. He said "You already look the best but you would feel the best in my arms." All i can say is he is my strange addiction~ i cannot get over it, i can't get over anything he says or does. I could write a thousand poems and try to make them about something else but he always seems to come to my mind when i write poetry. Then they turn into nothing but him. My heart beats for him, my lips are his, my eyes are only for him, my kisses will only be his, my hands are only for him to hold, my hair only he can touch, my laugh only he can hear, my smile is only because of him, my touch he will be the only one who feels it, my soul is his to take. He could rip my heart out from my chest and i would still love him uncontrollably. It doesn't matter what he does, i could never stop loving him. Even if i tried to. He is like a venom that runs through my veins, my own special brand of heroin, i am addicted to the feelings he gives me, and addicted to him in general. I would allow this man to do anything he wants to me, i wouldn't care what it is. I can't see myself with anyone but him, and i love it that way! I couldn't ask for anyone better, if he leaves.. I am done with my emotions~ i can't run from this so i will embrace it. I will allow it to swallow me whole. I love him, i love him, i love him, i love him, i love him, I love him, i love him, i love him, i love him. I will always love him. This is the best relationship that i never had~ he is the love of my life. I will always be here for him even if someday he doesn't need me anymore, my heart is his. I couldn't live with myself if i lost him... <3

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