Love and Junkies

�Sometimes a drug is like a lover who abuses you, and still you don�t want to leave�

 When I first met you
you made me feel happy
and the world seemed perfect for the first time.
 Everything was a pleasure
It was ecstasy from the moment
you came to me.
As my body had more of you
I desired more of you,
I just couldn’t have enough
but I needed  to make time
for other things in my life.
When you weren't with me
my world was bleak
and I felt anxious, and empty. I searched for
you everywhere, and wanted to be with
you all the time, I was willing to push everything
out of the way as long as I could be with you.
But the more time we spent together friends
 started to notice that
I wasn’t the same person I was before.
 But I didn’t care...they didn’t understand our world
It was you and me...
When you weren’t around, I was irritated and
frustrated with everyone, thinking that
that only you could make me feel better, if only for
a little while...
Soon you started to show me a different side of you
 your true colors bled on to me
and your world was dark, and cold. 

In that moment I realized when I was without the real world seemed unrecognizable,

and unfamiliar since I was away for such long periods of time.
With you we could make our world what we wanted it to be..

full of color, but only for a few hours. and that seemed good enough for me.
I ran to you many times, and every time you left me wanting more, I was hurting from the impact of you coming to me so fast, and leaving me so suddenly..
I swore that I wouldn’t come back to you, I was done, never again... I was the abused wife.

But I always changed my mind, remembering the good times, I always ended up coming back thinking it would be different this time, but every time, you left, I was defeated, and disappointed in my weakness, realizing that once again I fell for you...

and still..
Addicted to you and your abuse, your "love" by choice... and certainly not a victim anymore.
Just another junkie for your "love" and your lies that I chose to believe.

 

Reviews

[trinaspen]

And here I thought I was the only one... The title caught my attention...btw, I'd probably take out the "and" and just leave it as "Love Junkies." That good old love addiction. You'd think we just be done with it altogether but who could deny themselves that sweet torment?

The lines:

But I didn't care/They didn't understand our world/It was you and me/

moved me the most. As I've said before, I love how you present your truth...

With this piece, I particularly enjoyed the "diary-ish" feel, that I'm reading something not necessarily intended for my eyes. Great job!

[Brianna Brie]

Addicted to you and your abuse, your "love" by choice... and certainly not a victim anymore.
Just another junkie for your "love" and your lies that I chose to believe.

Stellar write. Loved those last two lines. It sums it all up. The highs and the lows are very dramatic in these types of relationships. The intensity of emotion is a powerful drug.

[Yvonne Heidt]

As an addict in recovery, I FELT every darn word of this piece and I was "there." Addiction and relapse at it's best. It's hard not to remember the euphoria of the beginning. The hardest thing to learn (for me) was THAT was the lie!

Excellent journey here. Thank you for entering the contest.

[justjenn_2u]

This poem made me cry. I felt this so many times. As I face it now in sobriety, through your words, I am building more strength. For all of the people who are close to me, this poem would help them get an insight as to how it feels to be an addict. The addiction is always there. Recovering addicts have to be so strong!

[Noeme]

Very powerful.......and painfully true for so many. You are very accurate in your illustrations of how lost someone can be when they love someone, even someone who inflicts pain. Great job as always hon! Keep it up! I look forward to reading more! Have a blessed day!

[Tonya Johnson]

This was a very powerful piece. Loving the one that hurts you seeming like you are unable to seperate the two, because of love. Love can be cruel at times and we let ourselves be vulnerable hoping things in a relationship will change only to find that they stay the same. You expressed yourself very well, thank you for sharing.

[lyric]

one word: whoa!