GreedA Poem by BlyndSikickGreed. It’s a powerful emotion More powerful than I could have ever imagined. And guess what? Yep. I’m in its clutches. They say the grass is always greener On the other side. … And this time… They were right. I’m addicted. I knew this would happen But I never knew it would be this deep. I’ve always known my personality Naturally inclined myself to becoming Addicted. But it’s never been on this level before. Never. So what do I do? I can’t live with it Can’t live without it Rehab? Ha! If only it existed. I’m f*****g insane, right? Ironic how I tell myself I won’t let this happen And then it does. Or naïve “You’re so naïve, yet so…” Plays over and over in my head. I joke. I say I’m fine. But a matter of unoccupied hours later And I’m craving for more. S**t, mere minutes after you’re gone And I’m already begging for more. But you’re too f*****g far away. Too far for me to do anything about it. What the hell would Mom do if I took the car? I don’t wanna find out. The benefits don’t outweigh the risks. Benefits: Satisfied addiction. Risks: Unsatisfied addiction. Long term. And I can’t afford that. So I cope. Ha! Is that what they call this? Coping? I’m failing miserably. And in a few short days, My preoccupations end. Then what? My addiction as elusive as ever And I’ve got no pastime. Lucky me. F**k my life. I’m so confused. If only I knew the answer My predicament wouldn’t be so rough. If only I knew the answer… Or maybe I do? Words I dare not say to your face And only vaguely allow myself to think. A temporary panacea, or further destruction. I guess the latter, but anything to rid the pain. Right? Who do I blame? How do I trace these roots? Yeah, I’m chivalrous, but that doesn’t explain this? So what? Is it that I’ve never had this level of reciprocation? Mmk, let’s run with that. So a lifetime of rejection and overall awkwardness Forces me to latch on to anyone? We always want what we can’t have. And I couldn’t. But now that I do… I’m never gonna let you go? Makes sense on the surface. You’re different. Real. Opposite. I’ve never had anyone like you. Never thought you were possible. At least, not to like me too. Everything about you screams “girl” From your sexy curves The way you move The way you flirt The total control you have over me To the way you get shy when we’re together The way you apologize for things that aren’t your fault The way you break down and Allow yourself to be vulnerable Around me. The way you soften your voice And play innocent. I’ve never had that. But I’ve always wanted it. Just told myself that would come later. Hell, I know I’m sensitive. Just ask me, I’ll tell you “I’m as close to gay as you can get while still being straight” But you… You bring out my natural instinct. No one’s done that before. Years of training can’t destroy instinct. And you’re the catalyst to awaken this dormant volcano. So here I lie Helpless Lulled into a false sense of security And dominance When you’re the one who holds the power. Oh s**t. You with the power. Thankfully I have a couple advantages on you Hopefully you don’t discover you’re stronger than them. I only hope that things are different now then, say, 8 months ago. Because if they’re not… … I shudder at the thought. It can’t be real. It can’t be possible. Life sucks when this ends. Can anyone say… Depression? © 2009 BlyndSikick |
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5 Reviews Added on November 12, 2009 AuthorBlyndSikickKSAboutWhat can I say? I'm a junior in high school this year (2009-10) and writing is one of my hobbies (which is shocking because my reading comprehension skills are remarkably low compared to all my other .. more..Writing
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