Addiction

A glance too long in the
wrong direction. Addiction
seeps into my core.
Where is my fix?
                                                                Your
Mind much too far from mine,
your heart out of my reach.
Left alone with nothing,
save for all of the
                                                                Flaws
That push you away.
How much is enough?
Confusion blurs my vision.
Yes? I'm not sure. No?

                                                                Are
You certain it should
be like this? Come close,
the distance is fatal. In and
out, my pulse quivers. Where is

                                                                My oxygen?

This poem is about: 
Me

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