hand-me down-genetics twirled together and combined to make me.
his addiction to anything and everything to feel the sweet sensation of euphoria. her addiction to fixing what is broken repeatedly to feel the sweet sensation of accomplishment.
it never lasts long.
the drugs eventually wear off and something always breaks when never fully fixed.
his inconsistency and her consistency
leaving and staying
screaming and crying
him saying i am just like my mother and her reminders i am my father's daughter.
i am an addict to it all.
i am inconsistent with the good, consistent with the bad.
if you leave, i will make sure to leave the door open.
if i scream, i will make sure to cry alone.
all i am made up of is hand-me-down genetics.
About the Creator
Sadie
I know it says "Enya" but I have always gone by Sadie. Just feels more like me. I have been writing for a long time now and am now wanting to put myself out there, so if you're reading this, I hope you enjoy it.
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