Not Your Typical Literary Masterpiece: AKA My Mood

Part 47: Addicted to You

I swore I'd bury you in the pages,
press you down in lines of ink and rage,
but somehow, in every creased corner of dawn,
I found you still there, tangled and drawn.
The words I whispered to make you small,
faded in the morning, meaning nothing at all.

But I've always been scared of loving,
someone just a little bit more than I'm loved,
felt like standing on edges, clinging to air,
a thrill and a chill that was never fair.
Yet there I was, every time, craving the fall,
knowing you'd never catch me at all.

And every time I closed my eyes,
it was your kindness that made me cry—
the quiet glances, half-held smiles,
moments that blurred over miles and miles.
You were as cruel as you were kind,
a lullaby that cut, but I didn't mind.

I thought I was past you, torn from the seam,
but you crept back like an uninvited dream.
It wasn't love, just the sound of your voice,
pulling me back when I had no choice.
And it hurt to admit, it hurt to know,
I was addicted to the way you'd come and go.

Don't you get it? I'm addicted to you,
no matter how much I swore I was through.
I wanted you gone, like smoke in the breeze,
but here I am, begging you, stay—please.

It's sad, isn't it? How I can't let you go,
my eyes trace your ghost in places you'll never know.
I pretend I don't care, pretend I'm alright,
but I look for you, even in the dead of night.

If I vanished, if I slipped out of reach,
if I drifted somewhere far beyond speech—
would this hunger finally turn to dust,
or would I still ache, like I always must?

I've always been scared of loving,
someone just a little bit more than I'm loved,
to care with a hunger that's bound to ache,
to give when I know it's bound to break.
Still, I held on, though I knew it'd fade,
hoping you'd come back the same way.

Every dusk, every flickering light,
left me in silence, but never quite right.
You'd walk away, and I'd lose my breath,
then find myself longing for one more death—
the feeling of needing, cold and bare,
stripped to the bone and tethered there.

But now it's quiet, and you're still gone,
and I stand here pretending to go on,
yet in the space between heartbeats, slow and gray,
you slip in softly, like you never went away.
And I hate it, I hate you, and still, it's true..

I'm addicted to you.

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Author's Note:

This was straight out of Alis' vault of bullshit-
it was written a while back but damn does water and crumbled paper make good lyrics and words..

Let me know- or not- as always- I love your comments so if you write one- you make my day!

maybe snagged a lyric there.. watch out!!

lmaooo

Love, 

Alisandra Kara

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