A bitter and fizzy feeling rushing through the veins.
Getting infatuated by you once again.
Like a first hit, like the first sip.
The happiest poem i wrote for a while.
I crave it all. The start, the middle and the start again.
A day time fantasy that turned into a restless night.
Pipe dreams in our broken sleep.
If I give up on greed does it mean I get to keep you ?
The last cigarette that lit. When you smiled and you looked up.
I rest my head while I tell stories to my right arm.
I will make sure our ink turns red and our scars don’t forget how many times we danced around.
I’ll keep feeding this obsession until I can only see a glimpse of you…
Until your face changes and your name doesn’t sound the same.
I’ll keep loving …
Loving you until you are someone else.
- Author: Ani. Is. (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 4th, 2023 05:58
- Comment from author about the poem: I’m not obsessed…
- Category: Love
- Views: 15
Comments1
Now, stretch your wings and fly high, when you see his hesitant lineaments ask him .. may be he has just changed his face ..
(Your poems provoke me)
I must admit you keep me curious.
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