I write, shrouded by smoke,
The lighter flickers, lighting my room.
Your presence in this ritual I try to invoke,
Yet my mind drifts back to you.

I miss you like my lungs miss nicotine,
I miss you like the earth craves the rain.
I stop myself from wondering what could have been—
Without you, I’m not sure I can love again.

Like a cancer, I grow in your mind.
Like a plague, I consume your dreams.
Like a curse, I walk in your thoughts.
Like a spell, I compel you to say my name.
Like a drug, I travel in your blood.

I question your ability to forget me.
I challenge your capacity to keep me blocked.
I'm a warlock of your pleasure,
The root of your sins.

You are my goddess of the storm,
I beg you for your might.
I praise your heavenly form,
I need you every night.

The rhythm of our conversation
Makes the beats of my heart a wreck.
My soul can feel your vibration,
My hands crave your neck.

I can see you in the smoke,
I can hear you in the rain.
Like a priest, your pleasure I invoke,
And like a doctor, I remove your pain.