Sugar Rush

A little voice
in my mind
would admit I deeply denied
how his promises
of comfort and love
are empty desire.
A sugar rush.
I feel momentarily moved,
but alone.

Reckless

I am reckless
in my life.
The rush of each thrill
burns brightly,
searing me in a desire
for distraction
as a desperate attempt
to feel something.

Run Madly

Do not sit
instead,
run madly
in a crowd of busy people.
It is so easy to drift
and rush, or rather,
flail
in aimless routine.