Love is an Addiction

Love is addictive
Like a drug
adrenaline rushing
pumping
racing through your system
butterflies and rainbows
tomorrows and sunshine
feelings of bliss and prospect
brought from another person
their touch, gaze, kiss, lust
Love and lust wrapped into one
feelings of forevers and happily ever afters
Excitement for tomorrows
awaking to their face, smile and embrace.
So quickly it comes, as quickly it goes away.
taken, ripped from your soul.
Bleeding without bandage
love spills, pours everywhere
drains down to the floor.
The floor on my knees
pleading an begging
Eyes swell
tears gently fall.
Taken away without recourse
without feeling of sorrow or remourse.
What happened to the caring
the sharing
the promised made.
The drug has been taken
drained
from existance
it flows
Gone from your body and soul.
Withdrawal sets in
shaking
sickness
chills and cold sweats
feelings of regret.
Needing a fix
you search to heal
you are now an addict
needing their love just to feel.

A Time for Everything

1 There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
2 a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
3 a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
4 a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
6 a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
7 a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
8 a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace

Trapped in your love

feeling trapped
emotions caged
love lost
not given away
holing onto a string
of a place I used to be
and still long to see...

Missing Him...

I made an agreement with someone that I would not contact them until they were ready to contact me. What a fool I am to think I have the courage and strength to let go so easily. I'm not sure what hurts worse- the anguish of missing him, the powerless feeling I have, or the daily struggle to honor their request.