Love Addiction

by akilahn

February 4, 2016

My heart, my love; you stole them.

And with all your might you hold them.

And even though you may not know

my feelings have grown, but I don’t show them.

In all actuality I am extremely weak for you.

Emotions are at wits end, a dangerous peak for you.

When you are away my body aches for you.

Tiresome to resist, I refuse to ignore you.

Your voice is a soothing lullaby,

calms my soul until you’re nigh.

Something of a siren, you draw me in.

No need for escape, I’ve given in.

When you are near you become a necessity.

A kind of medicine, therapy, a remedy.

Withdrawals when you’re gone.

Addicted but this is not wrong.

I’m highly in love with you, on cloud nine.

Fate brought us back here, this is our sign.

I've relapse, overdose now for sure, this I know

Although neither of us understand why I first let you go.

You’re mine, I'm stuck, always and forever

I love you, I love us now more than ever.

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akilahnFeb 4, 2016

When spoken of,no more do i cringe, no more do I hurt;I don't say a thing, not a bad word.Just a neutral feeling comes across me,wishing I could play it for the world to seethe emotional road toward you had become a dead end.Although in the beginning it was a time well spent,but eventually became a wasted existence.Every word and action followed by repentance.Bliss soon became a downhill spiral.A cut became infectiously viral."Time will heal" is all so true,as if my heart was an open wound.As if t-cells not only mends a cut or bruise then,but now also aids every emotive contusion.Helping to heal a shattered heartlike any injury I waited as time takes part.I must admit the clock is, in itself, therapy.And now thoughts of you run ever so rarely.The big hand holds every painful loadwhile it is my heart and mind the little hand holds.I will confess that I am not the strongest person to falland to get back up it takes my all.With every second working to take the loads off my shouldersand every minute helping to hold away the boulders.I conceive now that time is very much on my side.And this moment on from every downfall I will not hide.I now know my moving on is a sign of maturity,a sign of a new thing, a sign of purity.And with something new I begin a clean slate.Good or bad, time will tell and I must wait.