The Cycle

The Cycle

A Poem by Michaela Bell
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a poem

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When I first met you,
the simple touch of our hands,
grasping, and filling between my fingers
I felt like I was in a place 
a place contained with no dismay,
and place that I wanted to stay.
My mind had no reason to quit
It could be compared to heroin
like a drug addict getting his fix,
pumping his wrist with his happy s**t
like love in a syringe
I felt two souls poke at each-other,
condescendingly, looking for more
until it was too late.

When I first met you,
I never thought,
that solubility could turn into polarity
when love was supposed to be okay
and not something that will disappear
leaving you, waiting for the next alternative,
that will play your heart the same way.

© 2016 Michaela Bell


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Added on February 12, 2016
Last Updated on June 6, 2016
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Michaela Bell
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