You want a high...
A set off, like nicotine
A pain relief, found in pills
A release in blood
And a drowning of yourself in alcohol...
You want that high...
A high of intimacy with someone else
You want a high...
because you're too afraid to die...
It's a sweet release that takes away all the pain
You forget all the hurt
You give it all
for a moment of euphoria
a moment of release.
That sweet release that makes you forget who you are
that release found in fidelity
in alcohol
in nicotine
even in your own blood...
A release of pain
A sense of letting go
All the pain, all the hurt
Gone
For at least a moment..
It's the sweet release of all you wish to forget
every argument
every heartache
every defeat...
A drowning in your own high
Just to forget,
Just to be happy for but a moment,
It all just disappears in your own
Sweet Release of Intoxication.
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Johnae Rose
The story of a writer is always one of emotion..
Everyone has a muse
Mine's you.. and you're the reason I write.
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Words Only Go So Far...
Words only go so far. You can only say the same thing so much. Yes words mean everything... to an extent. Your words only go so far. The "I miss you's" you hear over and over get tiring because you don't do anything about it. The " I want you, I need you, I Love You's" all these you hear time after time but nothing else is done, it's just... words. Words can only go so far. So far to where you're gonna have to start putting those words.. into actions. Yes your words mean something. The "I Love you's" that make me feel so warm and safe. The "I need you and I want you's" that made me feel important and wanted. The "I Miss you's" that actually made me feel worth something like I was special. Those words that you'd say time and time again; I need you, I want you, I miss you, I love you.. words we said at a constant but we always did something about it. We always made sure to make time for each other, we made sure our conversations in person were like our long phone calls. Something was always done, it was a perfect balance of both words and actions. Then it all turned blank. An abyss of nothing for what would be days on end. Then when the abyss turned to something it was a dark something, a shadow of what I feared. those days on end turned to months. Dark months filled with confusion and turmoil. Then finally the light at the end of the tunnel glimmered... and what seemed to be hanging by a thread was pieced back together. The only thing missing was balance. Words were what needed to be said to bring the light out of the darkness, but words only go so far... You can only take so much of the same thing. A world of only words is limbo, nothing goes forward and nothing moves back. I want you, I want to see you and be with you, to spend my life with you. I need you, you're my sanctuary my safe place, you're my home, my peace of mind. I Love you, your smile, your laugh, the way you talk, the way you express what you think, I love everything about you. I Miss you, it's like a part of me is missing, the more time that passes by and I don't see or hear from you it's like I lose my mind, I miss your presence, I miss being with you. My words only go so far if I'm lucky they'll catch your attention but I will not beg for it. I get tiresome of the constant I miss you's and we do nothing. You can say it as much as you want and I'll believe it but if you do nothing about it if we don't show for it then those words that mean everything start to feel hollow... Words can only mean something for so long. There's no such thing as saying something to much, but saying it and doing nothing... that's a form of heartbreak. Actions to words. Words to actions. Words are a language of love. Use them, but don't do nothing about it. Actions are a love language as well. There's a balance. Only actions can be overwhelming only doing and no communication can make things seem like it's all about one thing; and words with nothing to show for it can only mean so much saying I miss you but doing nothing, not making the time for it can start to make you confused and wonder where you stand. Your actions and words can only go so far...
By Johnae Rose6 years ago in Poets
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