Waiting…


Waiting for the crash

The smash 

The impact

The wreckage

Waiting for the mortar

To explode

The meteor

To strike

The crocodile

To bite

Waiting…

Anticipating…

Annihilation…

For flouting every rule I ever made

© Blackheart, May, 2016

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Addiction

I stare at my phone

Stupidly craving your attention
Your words
I savour like a child with candy
Your textual kisses
Melt my insides
I know it’s idiocy
The phone vibrates
My excitement peaks
Only to be disappointed again
For your texts are carefully rationed
Like medicine, controlled
With me, the junkie, madly craving my fix.

Copyright Blackheart