So close yet so far away


I can’t help the compulsion. I was addicted. I’m an addict. The desire to want more plays rapidly through my mind. Sometimes often sometimes not for days, but the urge to want to use, it never leaves me. Problem is my drug, my impulse, my compulsion, is him, and that’s hurts/kills you.

I don’t want to think about him. I don’t want to dream about him. I don’t want to miss him. I see the pain in my life from that addiction and I don’t like it. It tears me apart inside and leaves a space empty in my heart.

I want you to fill that space.  I want to be full of love and connection. I want to be present and dream of us.  It’s a struggle. An ongoing battle between  my angels and my demons. Like I’m never satisfied. Like I’m not good enough. Like  I can’t possibly be enough cause I don’t feel like I’m ever enough.

Memories of love lust long gone burn hard in the forefront of my mind.  I grieve within the chaos cluster fuck of emotions he left behind.  I want to be everything beautiful for you. But the honest truth is I’m a beautiful disaster.  Lost in this world searching for the light.  Stay a little longer. Spark your lighter. Lead the way.

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