Junkie

I am a Junkie.

An addict

drug-sick, covered with sores,

I cannot sleep, helpless,

lying in my gutter staring up

at a featureless sky.

You are my Drug.

The memory of you.

Your smell…

I swear I still smell you on my fingertips,

I long to taste your sweat again.

Lie with you in the forbidden dark.

Now I wander

lost in the back-alleys of our past

searching for my fix.

une ode sur la folie de l'amour!*

You are my heroin.

Broken.

I pray to God,

Take me.

Take this bloody poison from me!

Cleanse my body. Ease my spiteful soul.

Lay me down by the road so I may sleep.

Feel the pull as the earth spirals into the sun

Watch as the stars in heaven begin to go out

I am become

Shattered.

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*an ode on the madness of love