Act On Your Impulse Poem by Isabella Night

So I have this dream...
Call me pathetic for exerting myself
For thinking a concept that should be so easy to grasp is nothing more than a mere fantasy.
Is there such a thing as pure, exhilarating happiness?
That passionate ecstasy that fills ones heart to the brink of overflow?
A part of me believes it exists...
The other? Indifferent and at a loss for words.
Funny how my mood is switching right now.
Stuck between two loves, two opposite loves
Though both have been sought for years.
Only one has been acquired.
My heart yearned the love of both of them.
The childhood love was strong, but because I was naive.
Destroyed, demolished, torn apart when I learned.
Who he truly was, the lifestyle he pursued, the pain he inflicted
On my family, my mom, on me...
I took a spin, a twist from fantasy to reality.
The love I thought that didn't exist has been shown to me.
Intensified to actual care and concern.
My life is of actual value to someone.
It's hard to give up an addiction that you want.
Even harder not to crawl, beg if you will, back to the monster.
Addictions...why do our systems allow such dangerous things?
Things that enter our bodies, our brains, our life...
Covering up the pain, the guilt, the depression...
Scars we put upon our family, our friends, ourselves...
Thought we may never know why, we still love it, but pray for something better.
It all comes back to him in the end.
Step away from your addiction
Before it consumes you, her, them, us, ...me.