I depend on her to hold me when I feel down
She loves to pull me close in her embrace
She makes me feel the warmth of a thousand suns
Like everything will be okay
But like an enemy she betrays me
She turns her back and feeds my demons
She drives me up the wall but
I'm addicted
She's absolutely repulsive
She makes me nauseous
Why am I so dependent on her?
But after a series of emotions, she disappears
Now I'm alone with my thoughts
Until I find her again in a handle on the shelf.
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LJ Muir
Just trying to make it in the world.
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