Shitty Poems

Addiction

All I want is someone to have and to hold

Is that too much to ask?

Can I just have someone to ground me

While a hurricane rages in my mind?

I had that

And it was good for a while

And as much as it hurt me

I trip over my feet to have something like that again.

It's addictive

And I couldn't quit if I tried.

Love is blind

Love doesn't care how you feel,

It's a player and a taker

Yet you'll always come back

It doesn't care who you are

All it cares about is giving you false hope

And then using that hope to tear you to pieces

And make sure you come running back when it leaves.

I regret my past encounters with it

But I would do it all over again

For that feeling it gives me.

Why do smokers continute to smoke when they know it will destroy them?

Why do people  love when they know it will destroy them?

Personally, I'd walk through a garden of thorns and weeds

To get to the roses.

I could walk in that garden forever

Weaving my way through the twisted path

That's parallel to this twisted world,

I'd see birds fly away as they hear me approach

It reminds me of people who have flown away from me before,

I'd step over lost things

Abandoned forever to rest in the earth

And I'd think about all the times I've lost hope about love,

I'd walk through that garden for eternity

If it meant that someone would be there

At the end of the broken, twisted, overgrown path

That is seemingly parallel to my life,

If the person at the end

Would love me.

Or at least I would emerge into a world

That lets me live in the illusion again

That I could be loved.

What chemical makes it so addictive?

Can I go to therapy or rehab so that this can stop?

I've searched but all I find is that love is good

All I find is romance novels

All I find is cheesy love songs

And dances and movies and stories of candlelit dinners...

How is no one addressing this universal problem?

In the 1930s doctors prescribed 'healthy cigarettes'

It wasn't until around the 1950s that people realised that they were deadly.

Is it the same with love?

Who knows?

It's been romanticised to much to find out

Just like how people are starting to romanticise mental illnesses.

I don't know if it's love that's the problem

Or me.

Perhaps it is me.

Can I be blamed for that though?

I didn't see the classes:

How to like people without breaking your heart

How to be romantic without being depressed

How to not see love as a villain

I don't know how to fix myself

I don't know what needs to be fixed

I don't even know if I need fixing.

I was told that there is a time for everything

Well, is there a time when I'm going to find someone who loves me back?

Is there a time when I'm going to be satisfied?

Is there going to be a time when I get over this?

When am I going to get over this?

Is there going to be a time when I've quit my addictions?

Is there going to be a time when I know what love is?

I thought I did.

But it's different with everything

It has no solid shape for form

The only constant thing

Is that I am addicted to it.

A.N. It's true that doctors said that cigarettes were healthy in the 1930s. Look it up.
The photo is this giant ass frickin' bell that I took a photo of at a carillon. I find it really cool that in the elevator of that carillon there's a floor that is 'bell chamber'. I also find it cool that my pHonE KeEps aUtoCOrRecTing CAriLlIoN tO CaROl LIoN