here lies a void,
like an unfinished book.

starting was never my intent.
the cover was bright and beautiful.

each page was a revelation, a new hope.

somewhere towards the middle, i began to feel uneasy.
like it had become part of me.

everything before it was lost
in a haze of obsession.

it was everything I wanted and everything i didn't.
i tried to cease. it didn't work.
I would reach for it in my sleep.

it stopped me, without my consent.
although i felt a relief,
I was not relieved.

it knew better than to let me finish
i was the poison in the bloodstream.  

now i am left with the ill feeling of loss
while it remains unchanged, unscarred and unfinished.