A crack
momentary relapse…
the craving disappears
and all that’s left is
regret
What was it we were searching for?
What hunger were we trying to satisfy?
Feeding junk food to your soul
is the quickest way to die
Next time
we’ll keep our mouths shut –
some words
shouldn’t be spoken
How can we pretend we didn’t say them
when our lover looks us in the eye
and our look becomes a lie
A moment of madness
A forbidden dalliance is desirable
especially when
it’ll never look you in the face
Fuck the inability to exercise self-control!
Our tears of regret will never get rid of it
A crack
momentary relapse
now hung over
on the fall
Madness is not worth it
not worth losing any of it
It’s not steadfast
or there when we’re ill
It can’t hold our hand when sadness arrives
It won’t wash the dishes at the end of the night
“Madness! It was madness!” we scream
Yes, it was pure madness
or that’s how it seems
We danced a little with madness
and by doing so, ruined all our dreams
A crack
momentary relapse…
of madness
Secret Thoughts Within 
Oh Bree, I can’t tell you how much I love this, the rawness of it, pure genius. Sadly, relatable too. The madness – a crack, momentary relapse…of madness!!!!!
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Oh thank you for telling me VB. We all go a little mad at times 💜
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we do indeed Bree, we do indeed 💜
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Oh, those moments of madness …we all had it..and your poem just describes it so well..
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Thanks Mich, they are a roller-coaster that’s for sure 😅
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Love this part: “Feeding junk food to your soul / is the quickest way to die”. This poem has the look!
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Thanks Ben 😁 Much appreciated my friend.
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Welcome 🙂
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