I crave this addiction, <br />I’m not denying its suffocation. <br />I kneel to its power, <br />Yet never seem to cower. <br />My heart stutters with the lust, <br />Of this forbidden comfort. <br />I’ve tried to move on, <br />But my soul dies with the isolation. <br />My eyes are covered, <br />As I slowly try to recover. <br />This sin touches me most intimately, <br />As it slowly encompasses me completely. <br />You may think differently, <br />But this is so not necessary. <br />I hate this thing I have, <br />I hate that I can’t crave its shadow. <br />I wish to be alone, <br />Not overthrown. <br />I wish to hold my own, <br />Until I’m over grown. <br />My heart is mine, and only mine, <br />No matter where or what time. <br />The love falling freely, <br />Is mine to keep greedily. <br />Love is the worst addiction, <br />It is the worst affliction. <br />Why can’t I have loneliness, <br />Instead of this gagging happiness? <br />I don’t deserve this, <br />After all of the shit. <br />I don’t want it, <br />So please help me lose this whiplash.<br /><br />Shay Mitchell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/suffocation-11/
