- Erotic Poetry
- Addiction
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Tonight, it’s just a bottle of whiskey and memories of you.
Thinking of how, in a perfect world, our fire would set the world ablaze, instead of each other.
You’re my addiction, my heroin.
You’re the hardest habit I’ve never been able to break.
I tried so hard.
I did so well for so long, but all it took was a few words from you, and all my resistance collapsed like a paper castle in a rainstorm.
I love you.
I hate you.
I need you.
I want you.
I know you’re my toxin, my poison.
I know you will be the death of everything gold in my life.
Yet, I ache for days of mindless passion with you,
I need your touch, to hear your gasps of desire, escaping from everyone and everything, running off in our own tardis.
I know what will happen if we go on.
The heat, the fights, the screaming, the lies.
You yelling, punching walls in fury.
Me screaming, sobbing.
We tear each other apart.
Even now, you say the words, talking all the right talk, but you aren’t walking the walk.
Our love is toxic.
We burn each other.
How do we let go?
April 2024
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