A different type of love

A different type of love

A Poem by Lykos
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The feeling of addiction

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When i think back to when i first saw you its seems like an age ago.
At first i didn't think i would grow to you.
But i was so mistaken, with time i grew to love you.
I was always in heaven when it was just us sitting outside, enjoying the weather.
I remember the softness of your skin under my fingertips.
Every morning when i awoke you would be the first thing on my mind and the last thing when i fell asleep.
I thought you would always be with me. But then one day you were gone, quick as a flash of lighting.
I tried my best to forget you, But you were always there in the back of my mind.
As i walked up the road or took a trip into town i would catch a scent that reminded me of you and you would come back into my thoughts.
But eventually i forgot you and was repulsed when you were in my presence.
But you were like an addiction i couldn't shake.
Then after what seemed like an eternity away from each other, you came back into my life.
Then you touched off my lips and i was hooked again.
I was angry and happy that you were back in my life, a sort of love/hate relationship was in my mind when i thought of you.
When i try to think of my life without you in it, it doesn't seem like a life worth living.
Everytime your gone i feel a rage burning like a fire inside me and i long for you to come back to me, to make me feel happy again.
Sometimes i wish we were never introduced to each other.
Another touch of my lips and one more inhale of nicotine.

© 2018 Lykos


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makes me want
to smoke and think
and i don't smoke
well done

Posted 7 Years Ago


Lykos

7 Years Ago

Thanks, yeah that's addiction for ya.

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Lykos
Lykos

Munster , Ireland



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