Hopelessly Addicted

Happiness, the beautiful elation, look of invincibility, I grew so fond of.
The sweet inviting cheer of your entire aura.
Washed out, unrecognizable, gone.
While I swim in a shallow pool of negativity
My fickle mind always deciding what's best for me,
I could pick whats right or I could pick what's worth fighting for.
A potential dream or the satisfaction of a heart at ease.
Mind asphyxiated in an oblivious fog. I'm clutching onto two ropes.
I find myself baffling backwards where the magnetic force pulls me.
I tried leaving, but I'm hopelessly addicted.
You're a fixation worth fighting for.
So the lone wolf howls and reminds me of cookie-cut hopes and dreams.
The hallow, haunting cry of what could have been
Had I climbed up the other end. It is a sad thing.
When the cuisine of dreams and love, can't be served on the same platter.
Love your dream or dream of love. You'll find it soon won't matter.

Reviews

[KatiePie]

"When the cuisine of dreams and love, can't be served on the same platter." was my favorite line here. This piece is beautifully written and constructed, you've obviously put some thought in this, as it holds one of lifes lessons. I really enjoyed reading this :) Your such a talented writer, please, keep writing ^_^
-Cathrine