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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Getting there…maybe. Seriously, these whole series of poems are sooooo good.”The perfect high I’ve lost too much sleep searching for” shows mastery of phrasing. Well done!
Thank you. I appreciate the compliments.