The cravings had subsided.
The want, the need, and the desire
Were no longer torture,
Just a memory.
The passion had been lost,
Even the original and uncontrollable lust
Eventually became subdued.
The dreams ceased to torment me at night.
I had given the wound the time it needed to mend.
But the day you returned put a knife through the scar,
And everything that I strove to bury
Came messily pouring out once again.
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 2:16 PM UTC