I'm not entirely sure what I'm addicted to, but I'm certainly an addict. I think I'm addicted to many things at once, and with each heartbeat, I feel myself getting deeper and deeper in the hole. Maybe I'm addicted to the tone of his voice, Or the optimism stuck in his throat when he mentions his plans for the future, Or maybe I just can't get enough of the innocence in his veins... Perhaps I'm addicted to the way he makes me responsible, How he makes me feel like the adult... The way he wears me out, Or maybe... Maybe I'm addicted to the way he makes me feel alive... Maybe I'm addicted to my silly shows, Or reading more and more.. But maybe the source of my addiction ' Is how poor my judgment is When it comes to him... When I feel his pain... I want to make it better... I am such an addict, To how he makes me feel, So empowered, like everything's been real And nothing I can do or say Will drive the sonvabitch away... I know that I'm addicted... to how it all works out... But you know, I can't help but struggle... With it all.
I'm Sparks, and I'm addicted to this circumstance.... I wanna get away but every time I do... I come back for a fix.... I hate myself some times... But cannot get away...
This was really interesting...I quite enjoyed it, but I think my take on it is different than what you maybe intended. I see a mother here, in these words:
"Maybe I'm addicted to the tone of his voice,
Or the optimism stuck in his throat when he mentions his plans for the future,
Or maybe I just can't get enough of the innocence in his veins...
Perhaps I'm addicted to the way he makes me responsible,
How he makes me feel like the adult...
The way he wears me out..."
Those lines scream motherhood to me...but, you know, even if this was not your intention, the poem was excellent, and I enjoyed reading it. Thank you so much for sharing it with us.
Good to be a addict to love. Can break your heart. At least we loved and knew joy for a time. I like the poem. Good flow of thoughts led reader into a interesting situation. No weakness in the excellent poem.
Coyote