I can't be around him without my mind wandering around how to kiss him.
How just to sit close to him even just to touch him.
Its indescribable.
Like the feeling you get when you smell something familiar.
He's the reason to your addiction.
Your own personal brand of heroine .
Hell always be the one to make you laugh when you need it.
The person to hunt my dreams.
The only person who holds your heart,
You try your best to get over him.
Knowing that he moves on with someone new ,
But you can't.
Even when you move on,
Even when you tell someone else you love them,
Knowing part of it is true for the most part.
But then in a few months,
He'll creep into your dreams.
He'll find his way in ,
He'll be your addiction ,
Till you find a new addiction.
Till you get over it ,
Till you find the rhythm to love something else,
Or someone else.
You'll find your own personal brand of heroine somewhere else.
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the depths of my despair
PoesíaYin & Yang . The good ,The bad. A balance between the two. This is the dark finding it's light through the depths of despair.
