I never expected to like you
As much as I do.
You're a drug I keep taking
That keeps me going.
With each intake, I always
Carry around what is left behind
When the high you are leaves me:
I always have thoughts of you.
I wonder how you're doing,
What you're up to,
If you're okay,
And if everything is working out.
I feel a dull ache in my heart.
Maybe it's in my head,
Maybe it's real,
But I still experience the sensation.
When it comes to you,
The mention of your name hits me
And my heart skips a beat every time.
I end up restless and emotional.
And here is when I'm amplified
In a way that I can't grasp myself.
I'm plagued by you
And my mood shifts with the thoughts
That you leave me with when you go.
I become messier than I am,
And I'm willing to believe that this
Is the hangover stage.
You are my drug, dear,
And your side effects are more
Than I could've anticipated.
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PuisiA collection of poems, stemming from a girl being hopelessly in love, the recollection of her past trauma, and the impending unknown that her life will inevitably encounter. And within these moments is a world of her own, tangible and ever-growing...
