you're the worst kind of drug

and i want to you in every way possible

smoke, inhale, snort, injection

and i want to get

*addicted

The clock stopped.
It didn't wind down or grind to a halt, it simply stopped.
The ticking could be heard by others,
But not by you.
You were simply transfixed by the notion
Her legs crossed, her foot gently playing. Red toenails beneath nylon, her scarlet lips.
You would follow her to hell and back.
Every word spoken a half lie, and yet you, you only heard truth.
Reeled in like a marlin from the ocean, yet to her flotsam on the sargosa sea
Used for a night and alive like never before.
Then at dawn discarded.
To her a play thing like so many others.
To you?
A cruel and unusual punishment.

Interwoven through the decades
Like a dream fragmented
Recalling the laughter
Hiding the tears
Small talk, no mention of sorrow
Paths crossed by chance
Yet fused together in a past
Updating the similarities
Glossing over the failures
Not eluding to the passing of love
Love! What of its spoils, it's loss
Now coveting the richness of maybe
The longing for perhaps
To capture a time lost
Then by good grace and fortune
Re start the clock
Like a caravan crossing the desert
To a destination hidden to all but the chosen
Where the weave becomes tied, knotted
The richness of lifes tapestry completed.

My love for you is like the ocean
Deeper than the Mediterranean sea
These memories of us are pulling me under
Clouding my mind, hushing my plea

Suffocated by my thoughts
And all of this space
Thoughts of yesteryears
Surreptitious tears wet my face

Salt in my wounds
Demons on my tongue
Taking away the breaths
Right from my lungs

Caught in your anchor
Forever stranded in your sea
A never ending riptide
Will you ever save me?

You and her,
Are words unclear.
You and her,
Are thoughts unheard.

It makes no sense,
That I know.
But love isn't supposed to,
Or so I'm told.

No rights, no wrongs.
No path's lie clear.
Just roads entwined,
For us to be near.

The commen sense,
Is but a fool.
Mocked around,
Just like a tool.

You know it's right,
And that is all.
Your senses dive,
Freefall.

Alas this love,
Is a one way street.
You lost hope,
To her shuffling feet.

You breath her in,
With one last look.
You keep her in,
Your unread book.

You say goodbye,
But you spell it weird.
You don't look back,
But keep a mirror near.