My Addicition

My Addiction It’s something that I can sometimes never control, It’s something that I know has a strong hold over me, It’s My Addiction. I am Addicted to something that is uncommon for some and common to others. Its power consumes me, to a point Where I am forgetful towards everything and everyone. It light takes me, out of my darkness, But as some point, pulls me into a different pain. How can it be controlled, how can it be handled, when I let my addictions happen? Though it can be seen, by others, in a distasteful way; But seen by me, in a way I like. I felt its hold, not too long ago. It overwhelming hold, How it pulled me in the day, when I felt not proud or pleased. I felt it consume me, to a point of Exclusion from others, even to the ones most important. It’s not my addiction, I blame. But it’s myself, I let do it. Now I have come to realize, I do have an addiction. But how am I to control something so powerful, so enveloping in its nature? I think I might have figured out how to control it. But I worry, what will be my consequence? To lose something so powerful that I want it, or To relieve myself of any strain it has on me. How understanding can it be for my addiction? When I say, I want a break to understand, But it feels I want a break to end it all. How do you explain to you addiction, why a break will be beneficial to you both? What will be its argument, that it might cause friction? I have no doubt about that. But will we let that friction come between us or Will we fight it and let this break help us and bring us closer together? Hear me, I am not upset or mad I have this addiction, But I believe this addiction will one day boil over. I couldn’t bear to deal with it, if it happens, Nor could my addiction. But I will say when I am ready to return to my addiction. Mia B.