Addicted.

Hi. My name is Sharon.

I'm recovering from an addiction.

Something so terrible that I keep it tucked away from all those who actually care.

Just so they won't judge, but to me, a drug is a drug.

It makes its way into your veins,

paralyzes your heart,

which is soon infested with little creatures of evil;

It closes off the shutters of your mind,

and you're left in the dark. Alone, submerged in lingering thoughts of nothing else besides this painful bliss of ecstasy.

I mean a drug so bad that I scratch at my skin hoping I will bleed it out because its imprinted in my DNA;

The sore memories manifested in my brain so every thought is a neverending roll of film

I wake up in the middle of the night clawing at covers and crouching like a child while calling out his name;

Delusionally dreaming of his return. While dreading his departure from my soul.

Hi. My name is Sharon, and I'm recovering from love.