You are like nicotine
Mixed in my blood
I can't give up.
Overpowering me,
So much so, that
All I have is you in me.
Senseless.
Uncontained.
Contaminated.
Addicted.
I wish I could give up
On you, on me, on us,
But you are a drug
That I'm high on,
Overdosed on the past
Poisoned with memories,
Tainted by expectations.
Alive on hopes.
YOU ARE READING
A Loner's Ballad
Poetry❝ It's worthless, reeling over broken expectations and harsh realities. ❞ Highest ranking: 1 in #poetries, #ballad and #shortpoetries. @manasvitaa__ all rights reserved.
