Intoxicated.
We became intoxicated
on each other's love,
Fixated on
the shockwave of emotions,
that came every time
we saw each other.
We were giddy with the possibility
of a life together.
Until that possibility was blown away,
like powder
into air.
Before we met,
life was bland.
She told me that she felt like she was
walking around,
like the ghost of the person
she once was.
Depression was eating her,
chewing her up
and spitting her out,
at every tiresome day that passed.
She felt like she was living
in a paper town.
She just wanted to feel.
So I
became a part of her,
an inner voice,
an alter ego,
promising her that
after every ounce of regret
it would be worth it.
Because she had me.
Her soul mate.
For an eternity beside her.
One day
she looked in the mirror
and screamed at the person she saw,
staring back in the reflection
Because yes,
she'd escaped this
paper town,
but now she was nothing more
than broken
glass
being pieced back together by
bloody fingers,
cut open with mistakes.
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Infatuated | #watty's2019
Poesíainfatuated /ɪnˈfatʃuːeɪtɪd/ adjective possessed with an intense but short-lived passion or admiration for someone. "She became infatuated by the way I made her feel..."
