Compulsive/Broken Habit Poem by Shadowed Past

A grain of sand is thrown,
You dodge it to avoid
The slight chance of defeat

A pebble is thrown,
You duck to avoid
The possible pain it may cause

A stone is thrown,
You run instantly to avoid
The damage it could inflict on your complexion

A habit is born

A knife is thrown,
You lift your shield to avoid
The scars that may not heal

A gun is pointed,
You take cover and let another take the bullet to avoid
The holes it will leave behind

The lightest feather is thrown,
You shriek and hide to avoid
It just barely grazing the surface of the air you are breathing

But one day,
Not just the world,
But your world
Is thrown at you

You stand up sheepishly and catch it
You contemplate this occurrence
And you toss it back

Not with much confidence,
But enough

And you do all of this to avoid
Losing a friend

More planets are thrown about
Along with an abundance of boulders
But each barely breaks your skin

And with each attack,
You grow closer to the one throwing these objects
Until at last they cease to be attacks

But instead they have turned into
Sheer curiosity and longing
For the one you hold closest to your heart;
The one reason you broke this habit