Thrills

You made me a junkie

Addicted to a dopamine, serotonin, adrenaline, roller-coaster thrill

Your inconsistencies left me wanting more

Waiting for hours, days, weeks, months

For the feeling of reaching my hands up for even just a moment

in the bliss of the temporary highs

where you were every bit the person I knew you could be

You renewed my vision of your potential and I clung to it like a steel bar lowered tight across my chest.

But the ride was always over too quickly.

And once my feet were back on the ground I returned to the queue to wait for you to come around again.

But, now I look back at the flash photos and realize

my smile never reached my eyes.

I guess that's what happens when you're addicted to temporary highs