Unable to resist temptation,
I fall harder for you.
Unable to hold it off any longer,
The thoughts come on through.
You’re the addiction I can’t kick.
You keep creeping back in.
I try so hard to keep it together,
But the simplicity of you causes me to surrender.
I tell myself I've evolved,
My glow up is evident right on my skin.
But you’re so familiar to people like me.
You’re becoming a sort of kin.
I wish my progress were enough.
I wish the words of encouragement were sufficient.
But you’re good at getting girls like me.
I wish you didn’t rack up souls like you earn commission.
At times I refuse to concede,
But then my mood swings in succession
To the beat of a sporadic tune…
I wish I could beat this depression.
About the Creator
Jemilla Mills-Smith
I’m a fiction writer that published her first YA novel “Bastet’s Legacy” last year. I want to commit my life to writing stories for everyone to relate to.
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