it's addicting,

the way i so easily slip,

into old patterns

tumbling into my past,

like i'm rolling down a hill,

no control,

in desperate need of saving

and when i finally come to a slow,

it's like my heart needs to be told,

as it lurches out of my chest,

and the butterflies migrate to my throat

sensations i have no use experiencing,

why can't my mind learn to let go

i'm a flower picking my own petals,

and when i'm left bare,

what then

#poetry #poem