I love you and I hate you.
  You feed on my addictions
  and feed them like pet fish.
  I always hate the definitions.
  Rehab beckons like a wish
  but I hate the restrictions.
  It ends. I shiver in your arms
  while you cook love in our spoon
  reminding me of your charms.
  Your needle makes me swoon.
  I hold you close in my arms
  and fly us to Autumn's moon.