My admission to you

My admission to you

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt

I knew that if I kept on going the way that I was going
I could forget about how much I wanted you.
If I found the perfect placebo for the drug
In time my mind won't recognize the difference.
I could fool myself into thinking that I had what I needed.
I found just that in a man from Pennsylvania.

His humor, though asinine, hit the spot unexpectedly.
Just out of reach enough to draw me in.
Your replacement.
Years of mindless running pass in a whisper,
And I am no closer to fine than I have ever been.
Although he proves to be a fraction of the man you are
I could not put him to rest.
His mind tricks and mark missing became his down fall
A placebo for the placebo seems silly in retrospect
But I found just that in a boy from Florida.

He was a subtle mix of naive charm and self hatred.
His role of "distraction" was clear to everyone but him.
I punished him for the prior's offenses unjustly.
Misrepresenting my intentions on a daily basis,
I led him to believe I was was love sick.
I held over him what his predecessor kept just out of reach from me.
He didn't deserve that and I know that now.
Although he was no saint, he didn't have to burn for the other man's sins.

My just deserved backlash lie on the horizon
I ran as far as I could in hopes of finding truth.
I kept on with the charade even at 2000 miles distance.
Letting myself believe I had found the perfect drug.
Just before I could become addicted to the fillers
They left simultaneously.
Left me feeling a fool.
Cold sweat drenched in a night where the only thing I could see is you.



© 2008 Sarah McKeever Hitt


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Reviews

Brutal confessions. Great writing....but brutal confessions. I have noticed this trait in many people. Oft times, the very ones we love the most, are the ones that do us the most damage. There is almost a certain comfort they take in knowing that there is someone who cares about them to whom they can chastise. I am guilty myself as are all of us. Your edge in writing is that you put down in print what others wouldn't even admit to themselves. You are very talented.
Todd

Posted 17 Years Ago



Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

81 Views
1 Review
Rating
Added on June 30, 2008

Author

Sarah McKeever Hitt
Sarah McKeever Hitt

Chicago, IL



About
Take me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvadore Dali Pleasure cannot be shared; like Pain, it can only be experienced or inflicted, and when we give pleasure to our Lo.. more..