I’ve tasted this feeling before;
Every time I enjoy it,
Every time I can’t take anymore.

It starts at the lips;
It goes straight for the head and heart
As it leaves through your fingertips.

This poison only hurts me.
I crave it more despite the fact
A small dose is agony.

I find it in every little thing,
But continuously fail to see the big picture;
Just like Icarus and his wing.

Hugs and kisses are forbidden
Because everywhere I turn
The pain is neatly hidden.

To stop the suffering
I close and lock the door behind me.
But then another one comes knocking.