First step...to getting help is to admit there is a problem
I admit I love you.......I have no control
I'm addicted to your smile
I get withdrawals without your touch
I find reason for everything you do
Forget all the things you say without a word
I'm blind to what you have clearly shown me
I must free my heart from this dependency
Step 2....heart fluttering, racing out of control
The pain withers my soul
Arms aching to hold you
Fighting feelings of weakness
Drowning, trying to stay a float
so frightened, so alone
Struggling against my will, longing for just a little
Battling my heart, consent conflict
Step 3.....time apart, trying to forget
Learning how to smile
Realizing there is no magic cure
Taking each day as it comes
Fighting the urges.....getting stronger
Thinking all is well......then there you are
I feel like I'm in quicksand...so much pain
I'm losing my footing.....what was step 1 again?
You use a very clear and lucid style. With a good use of descriptive and seemingly storytelling phrasing.
Nice Work,
Richard.E.
Interesting, when I read 3 step I had another idea in mind for what I was going to read. How clever your poem is, and so true. I liked this one. A very original format on a universal theme, -May