31-Day Poem: Day Twenty-Five

As What’s Lost Stays Loss

How can I resist attachment?
How can I resist her?

Indeed, her energy is calming,
her presence addicting;
and though becoming attached
may be wrong,
she is the perfect high
I’ve lost entirely too much sleep
searching for.

Indeed, she renders me to believe
my curve toward detachment
was pure bullshit.

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