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Can you be addicted to a person?
Their smell, touch, sound
Like a tall glass of your own perfect concoction
You lose yourself
Imagination out of control
The temptation of the almost could have been
Forever lost in your sin
You’re up against a wall
Love or lust
Does it matter?
You’ll ride this high all night
Skin on skin
Muscles tensing
Trying to catch a breath
Just for tonight you let it all go
He’s yours, you’re his
You give in
Her eyes. My God her eyes,
    

      I had never seen the fires of love until I looked into her
      eyes.
    

      Beauty could not describe the presence of her stare as her
      smile tore through the every fiber that created my heart,
    

      The words she spoke destroyed the walls that were built from
      steel, enveloping the cold, dead soul that she had awoken
      inside of me!
    

      And her kiss, as if the angels of heaven pressed their soft,
      delicate lips apon my own. 
    

      How did I become so lucky to have such a blessing put apon
      myself? Only the gods could have thought of such a beautiful
      woman to come before my eyes.
    

      And such a sight she was, her beauty was beyond that of words
      described. It was not lust that caught my breath and purified
      it, it was love that had struck me on this day.
    

      But, alas, she became the one. Not the one that was mine
      forever, no. She was the one that got away.
    

      I fell for lust, instead I fell for lust!! The devil himself had sent the soulless vessel to entrance me into her own deceitful arm, and thus I let my angel go, my God... I let her go..
And now I sit, wishing I had not let the darkness consume me and tear me from the wings of beauty. My angel, my sweet, dearest angel.
The demon is now gone, and she took my soul with her, and once more, the steel walls have risen, but I know, just a whisper from my angel, will make them fall...again.
 Sep 2015 Kristina Morgan
chris
you
 Sep 2015 Kristina Morgan
chris
you
a little sip
of your poison
leaves me wanting
more of your mystery

the burning sensation
that i feel in my body
leaves me wanting
more of your touch

the magnetic desire
pulls me to you,
closer and closer

leaving no room,
to escape
Alone
Abandoned
the worst words in the English language
Alone
everyone is gone
you've been hated
unrequited love
broken
Abandoned
left behind
worthless, useless
never been loved
You, abandoned and alone
You, haunted
by the worst words in the English language
 Sep 2015 Kristina Morgan
moss
His voice is the wind in the trees
It is the ocean crashing on the soft sand
His voice is the sweet, sweet breeze
Brushing up against my cold hand.

His life is a shining star
It breathes the life into my lungs all day long
His life keeps my hear in a jar
Holding all my dearest tears.

My love is a hurricane
It keeps me held down out of the fear of shame
My love brings me only pain
For my lover does not feel the same.
The day she entered our lives,
was the day we started to fall.
At first I didn't see the signs but
soon it was thrown in my face,
and could no longer pretend it
was not there.

At first I thought it was banter in fun.
She said in a truthful voice, she would
never take another woman's love. Ah,
but she lied I am convinced.

One day it was so clear to me finally.
I saw the look in his eyes. I saw the
the banter for what it really was.  A
****** dance it was.  The slip of an
adoring name, baby.  The walking
her to her car every time.  The endless
messaging at night.

His knowledge of everything about her,
when just seeing me a minute ago, he
couldn't tell me what I wore or had my
hair. He looks at her now, never me anymore.

I fear that brighter star has come too early.
My life is racing to an end.  For as I
have always said, he has all that I am.

He still says, I love you, all the time, but
it doesn't mean the same to me anymore.
He hasn't been with her in that way but
I have always said, you can be untrue in
mind only and I believe he is guilty of that.

I will never know how far it went but he
is still here with me. It has driven a wedge
between us and he doesn't see it. I think he
doesn't want to see it.  I will try to forgive
but I can never forget the hurt because, even
though she is not here, she is here.
I wish I had never left the third grade
to go to a new school
because that's when I lost my friends for good.

I wish I hadn't left the eighth grade
to become a freshman
at a ******* school for brainiacs.

I wish I had just gone to the party
to do drugs and feel numb
become an unfeeling pawn in life.
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