An Addiction

by serenajimenez10

October 4, 2015

These feelings are becoming

tighter around my throat.

I try to hold my breath

but the months just float.

My esophagus collapses

and I begin to wimp.

My heart gets hyperactive,

while I find myself sinking - limp.

Then at zero hour:

He sees me whole,

but with eyes so jumbled.

Cautious not to hurt anymore,

toward him, I still fumble.

His hands so rough

rip apart my shell.

With a gentle touch

it's abandoned - my tell.

The flutter of my lip,

the trail from his eyes to his mouth...

Oh! How I've waited for this trip!

My heart wants to shout,

but my mind has the script.

"One more time" I say;

even though its a lie,

I hope for the day

it's a consistent high.

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serenajimenez10

Like everyone else, I've gone through my hardships and I know there are more to come. I've lost friends whom were close to me, I've suffered with grades in school, and I have my own family issues. I used to write with a pessimistic perspective, as you'll see in my earlier writings, but people change with time. I don't want to view what has happened and what will happen through a dark haze. I now write with a more hopeful attitude despite if I'm sad or angry. By reading these, you're getting to know the inner me and though I encourage constructive criticism, for that reason, please be honest and kind. Thank you and, by the way, it's nice to meet you! ;)

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