It's like an addiction,
It's like a craving,
It feels like I'm starving,
Need it so bad I'm shaking.
It sets me on fire,
whenever I touch it.
It leaves me with burns,
I carry gauze in my pockets.
I'm not stupid enough, to keep my heart on a locket.
I pack it away into a trunk, and then I turn and lock it.
But every once in a while,
I let it run wild.
When it starts beating the walls of that tiny chest,
I give it a break from it's reinforced rest.
I open it up,
and I let people inside.
Then I wait in the background,
As the love dies in their eyes.
And when that finally happens,
And my heart comes back saddened,
I hand it the keys,
And I let it climb in.
And it locks itself up,
while I conceal my grin.
You see, I always knew this would happen.
There's no one to trust but yourself,
And you haven't.
You listen to words,
And you fall for the lies,
And next thing you know,
You're back inside.
That tiny crate you call safe,
Is fun for a bit,
But you've never been sane,
And you're itching for a hit.
It's like an addiction,
It's like a craving,
It feels like I'm starving,
need it so bad I'm shaking.
Wherever I find it,
I also find pain.
And whenever I lose it,
I go insane.
That human connection that makes me feel alive.
Is also the reason my heart's locked inside.
There are too many people who love to get in.
Just to look around and then leave again.
When they all leave I go back to bed,
and lock my silly heart back inside my thick head.
I say never again will I be that stupid,
And two days later I'm struck by cupid.
Why do I insist that love can be real,
when betrayal and anger are all I can feel?
Why does this person who's so hopeful exist,
when I know that love contradicts with my past experience?
I keep beating her down and locking her up,
And its for her own good because she keeps fucking up.
But she keeps getting out,
and finding her way around.
All the walls I've set up,
All the traps I've laid down,
They've gone to waste,
Due to her motivation.
And when I ask why,
She answers,
It's
An
Addiction.
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Evolution Of Everything
PoetryA collection of poems, spoken word, and verbal processing. It's mostly here as a reminder for me of where I was and where I am, so that I never forget. Some of them are silly and fun, but most of them are deeply personal accounts of some of my harde...