My skin is crawling, itching with this secret addiction, fingers twitching, if I don't share it the world won't know that I'm struggling.
To reach out to grasp for you again, it is pitiful really how I'm never over you, never wanting to move on from the curve of your lips.
Still dreaming of the tilt of your chin, darling I'm bad at moving on, bad at forgetting, I have an addiction, it wears your face.
You are impervious to my grasping, yet I reach anyways toward the impenetrable shield of you, with your maturity, with your grace.
I want to touch you, make you smile, claim you as my own, could you be only mine, with those deep green eyes, that stir a fire in me?
I would spend my life trying to make your burden lighter, make you smile, darling you are an addiction to me, yet one I don't want to even try to shake.
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Can I Say Goodbye?
PoetryI'm always searching for something worth staying for but I can't seem to find that until then please don't mind me because I'm just a traveler passing through. When I'm not satisfied or happy I'll leave and find a new path, so just let me say goodby...
