CRAVING

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A symptom of lovesickness

Submitted: March 25, 2019

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An aftertaste remains, layering my tongue,

 

The one-two punch of cravings and depression.

 

Permanent cough, with self cleaning lungs,

 

Ironically I need to get high, just to come down.

 

Late at night, is when is starts to get hard,

 

There’s no escaping, from your shadow.

 

Trapped in a double helix, I’m paralyzed,

 

Can’t stand alone, you’ve cut off my pinkie toe.

 

Empty on the inside, with no soul and no heart,

 

GABA, Serotonin, Dopamine; the Holy Trinity.

 

Execute Glutamate, along with my dignity,

 

So stressed out, can you help me lay down?

 

Wide awake I toss and turn, my bed is so lonely,

 

Power down and disconnected, gone off the grid.

 

I’ve want out of this unholy matrimony,

 

I’ve suffered enough, antibiotics killed my lovesickness.

 

An aftertaste remains, layering my tongue,

 

The one-two punch of cravings and depression.

 


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