my mother once warned me of
addiction
in the form of a bottle
but never told me about
you
and your pale blue eyes would
drive me to every AA meeting
I've ever been to
(s.j.b)

My tears burn valleys into my cheeks,
Laying thinking,
I need safety...
But you don't see the danger,
So I lay here in misery
Scared and scarred
Broken and beaten down.
Crying and grasping for love
No
More
Hurt...
Please.?

We used to say to burn to death would be
excruciating
But love,
You do not know
The extent of excruciating;
The pain of losing you.
To me now,
Burning to death
Would be a pleasant escape,
Compared to having to
Take breaths
And live each day
Without you being mine.

Earnest eyes, rewarding lips

I love the way you treat my kiss

Bold attitude, untold devotion

I drink from the bottle of your condescending potion

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I’m standing on two feet alas

Only to bend back over

To feel the mastery in your grasp

And the protection in your hover

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Your bed is my favorite reality

Moving up and down, face to face

This is the recovery period

For the inconvenience of time and space

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I’ll be your girl til the end of the world

So long as it spins on its axis

I’ll tuck you into bed and put kisses on your head

So long as faith in each other is practiced

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I’ll be your little minx until you leave us to dissipate

in a battle lost between the cracks

Of what’s ahead and waiting for us,

and what we cannot take back

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I’ll stay as feeble and ready to mold

to the circumstances of your trust

To function formally under your arms

in the disease that I call lust