oh to be that breath of air
you take; essential as – must,
to have…
to enter into – the all of you –
to become as close,
as one –
to two…
if just for one moment –
to live in your thoughts –
feel the memories –
encounter your – you!
i would give a thousand
could of been’s –
for just one – is,
a lifetime of – life –
for a moment of – living…
oh how must it feel –
to be the addiction,
for once,
not the addict!
standing too close to the edge 
Lovely Poem
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There are no words to describe the addiction to one who is lethal as poison……to know in the end they will consume every piece of your heart……not satisfied by shattering it into tiny particles too small to gather and make whole again……no the one who lives to control you…..to posess your mind your thoughts……will not be satiated until they’ve ravished every dream every good memory every ounce of happiness you once knew……you live in the dark of the night……alone with only your thoughts of all that could have been had only you waited for the true heart of gold…….instead you were hypnotized by the shining armour he wore…..mesmerized by the eyes of the devil and after you allowed him to completely take over it all. ….to consume the you who can never be again. …..one dark night you discovered……the armour was shiny but it was only tin foil…….no knights on white horses no fairy tales come true just you a computer and suddenly all was revealed…….how sad it was to find that the Knight in tin foil left his trail of cookie crumbs that you followed……life shattered heart broken……a life destroyed by his addiction. ………forever a prisoner of his twisted fairy tale. ……..hiding in the dark hole you created for survival. ……your heart never to be touched aga in……
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