Harmful Habits

You were stunningly addictive.

But now, with the cold sweats and the constant nausea,

it's difficult to picture your face without my hands shaking.

In this overly humid room,

I expose receding gums

as I bare my teeth at this

black hole of a phone screen. 

A self loathing junkie

who needs another picture,

who would do anything to glare at your face

behind this cracked screen.

I didn't realize how bad

this dependency had gotten,

how fucked up I was getting on emotions.

I need another taste, another hit,

another chance to inhale your scent.

This hurts too much.

Reviews

[Barbara Walker]

A great analogy, my friend! Anything or anyone can cause us to be addicted if we HAVE to have it or them and don't feel we can function without our substance of abuse. And I like how you express how this addiction snuck up on you. I don't think anyone sets out to become addicted. However, if the relationship continued, would it have been a healthy one? Kudos on this poem!