I just want something.
I don't know what.
A person,
A place,
A feeling.
I'm not sure.
I tell myself it won't happen again.
I'm getting over this.
The panic,
the balloon in my chest,
the surge of Hell that chokes me,
that knocks me off my feet,
And takes my breath away
And holds me still.
Squeezes the life from me,
Embraces me like a lover,
a smooth move I always fall for...
"Slice and dice" he whispers.
It's been too long.
written Feb 11th 2014
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