Figure Eights


You’re my drug of choice

How sneaky of you to be dressed up like a man

With a captivating voice

And a sense of humor more wild than a stretch of daisies

You slipped in when my defenses were down

When I was hungry to fill a void

Who would of thought that someone I can’t see or touch

Would have held my attention for this long

You are in my system, my blood coursing through my veins

Entangled around my heart

When you’re around I am alive and laughing and willing and open

The smallest amount of attention and I become your puppet

Even when your tongue drips acid causing my eyes to bleed

I feel honored yet uncomfortably content

You are worse than crack cocaine

More deadly and satisfying than any opiate around

You come from out of nowhere drowning me in you

I hang on every word you say and center my life around your voice

Then you leave without a word, no warning…. nothing

I am so lost and aching for another hit of you

Just when I am close to cleansing my being of you

Accepting the emptiness

Just when I am about to move on

You show up and everything starts back up

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