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Michaela Lowery Poem
I have been drugged by you.
I was intravenously injected with false love and happiness by you.
I trusted you.
You took advantage of me when I was the weakest and let my guard down.
You saw it as a perfect opportunity to make me yours.
I got addicted to you in the worst way.
I couldn’t get enough of you.
I spent money on you.
I invested time and money for you.
I became jealous and greedy because of you.
I itched to see you.
I craved your presence or tiny part of you.
I NEEDED YOU AND YOU THREW ME ALONG THE SIDE OF THE ROAD!
I had to learn how to recover from you.
I didn’t want anything BUT you.
I wanted just one more taste of you.
One more sniff.
One more look.
Before you were gone.
I shook at night because I craved your touch.
I itched to pick up my phone to beg for you back.
I knew you weren’t good for me.
I knew that this was for the best.
Eventually…
Eventually, I learned again to live without you.
I relapse.
I twitch when I hear your name.
I sweat when I see someone who looks like you.
I break down when I hear your favorite song.
The drug will never be out of my system.
You have claimed me in the worst of ways.
You intravenously injected me with false love and happiness.
Because of you I forgot how to truly love or be happy.
I became addicted to you.
I can never stop.
You are my favorite drug.
You numbed my pain when I had you.
Now that I’m alone…
The pain is more intense.
Worse than I ever have known.
You drugged me.
Copyright © Michaela Lowery | Year Posted 2017
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Michaela Lowery Poem
I loved playing in the sandbox alone
While Mom made dinner.
I built sand castles and destroyed them
Over and over again.
While Mom made dinner one night
I heard a noise in the usually calm woods
Over and over again.
An old, enchanting man emerged from behind offering his hand to me.
Then I heard another noise in the usually calm woods
And it said, “Come, follow me, child.”
Another old, enchanting man emerged offering his hand to me
And all Mom found that night was my shoe.
A voice said, “Come, follow me, child.”
I willingly let them lead me away.
All Mom found that night was my shoe
And I never played in the sandbox again.
I loved playing in the sandbox alone.
I built sand castles and destroyed them.
A voice said, “Come, follow me, child.”
And all Mom has left of me was the shoe she found that night.
And I never played in a sandbox again.
Copyright © Michaela Lowery | Year Posted 2016
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