[Poetry] Untitled

Unititled
by, Black-Haired Girl


I close my eyes
and count to three...
I let this feeling take hold of me.
Is there more to life than this?

I felt nothing but now I feel so much
a pain that stings within my chest
at the thought of times long past-

It has been years. Trust, it says,
My throbbing heart.
Trust someone for once.

Surrounded by people, are you ever lonely?
That smile, it fades away on occasion
and this hidden pain plays clearly within your eyes.

I see it. Do they?
Not that it matters.
Trust, it says... my hurting soul.

Hesitation comes with all of this.
Maybe this is some sort of sick attachment?
Maybe my replacement became tiresome and old?

Am I just something to distract you?
Am I just an old, surfacing bad habit?
Am I just that horrid disease, that bad addiction- that keeps coming back?

A mistake? Maybe.
A risk? Definately.
A feeling? ---- completely.