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addicted
by Jessica Yenyou're like heroin in my blood,
addicting and consuming,
like i can't break free anymore--
too addicted to that five-second high
too dependent on those glimmers of happiness
but all the rest of the time,
i'm sore and lonely, needy and selfish,
i'm crying to stop myself
from hurting anymore
but i can't do it. i just can't do it.
i don't know why i stay up late
just to see that little door open
on my AIM window--even though i--
i know that you won't talk to me.
i don't know why i lose sleep
over you, just waiting for you,
just hoping that somehow you'd
miraclously change in one night,
that you'd just love me again.
but i live on those moments
where i think you just might care...
then torture myself into thinking
that you still might feel for me.
but deep down, i know you don't.
and there's nothing i can do to stop it
anymore. because i'm too addicted
to this drug--
and i can't break free no more. 11/16/2005 Posted on 11/16/2005
Copyright © 2024 Jessica Yen
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 11/16/05 at 06:24 PM ...yea, the addiction of "being loved" by that someone, who 'ain't just anybody' and i, too, am addicted to my bride[of 36yrs.] and i don't like it, you know being addicted...but i am...if she left me, i'd be jonesin' big time...i see your pain, for real...painful piece, but cathartic, eh?...good painful write...peace, chaz |
| Posted by Soulo Jacob Bourgeau on 11/16/05 at 07:08 PM This reminds me of a line from a poem of my own, “You’re not an addict, honey,”
“you just have a broken heart.”
So where’s the methadone for that? Great poetic catharsis, darlin. Things get better w/ time!
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