Masochism

It's too late, and my brain's super tired, but here you go.

I'm addicted to the bittersweet taste of missing you.

I'm addicted to the distant feeling that you're there. Somewhere.

I'm addicted to the thought of how the corners of your lips curl into a lazy smile in the morning. 

I'm addicted to the thought of your half-lidded green eyes when you first wake up. 

I'm addicted to the thought of your scent. 

I'm addicted to the thought of your laughter.

I'm addicted to how perfect the empty spot next to me on my bed will fit your curves. 

I'm addicted to the thought that there's oceans tearing us apart. 

I'm addicted to the sweet pain this ruthless distance brings me.

But I will always be addicted,

mostly to you.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Nice flow of thoughts. I like how you ended the poem. I like the positive feel and the drive of your words. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Poetic Beauty]

Ahh distance makes the heart long for the small things that are no longer tangible.

[Ana B.]

darkish yet beautiful......enjoyed reading it :)

[Justin]

that was really great :) :) it tells a great story in short form :) :) i really enjoyed it :) :) :)

[Mandyy Reed]

Thank you, Justin. It means a lot ^^

[Justin]

your welcome, u got a great message across in short form, which made it even better ;) :)

[Mandyy Reed]

I write from experience, so sometimes those poems turn into a giant mess of stupid feelings, but haha, I'm glad this turned out okay and you liked it. ^^

[Justin]

same here, there is something wrong with that, can you please check out my material on here. thanks :) :)

[Mandyy Reed]

Of course I can, mate (( :

[Justin]

thanks :) i put alot into my stories