I never liked the way you got under my skin
My skin itched with withdrawal
I knew I needed a fix
My dark sent you running
to me
Surrendering without kneeling
Begging without words
Wanting without needing
I shot up as my hand wrapped around your throat
Pleasure washed through me as you moaned
I broke you, but you begged me for it
I took too much—I still hate myself for it
But I couldn’t help it
I just needwantneed, need, need more of you
I wanted that high, craved that pleasure
That sigh of surrender from your sweet, sweet,
intoxicating lips
I swirled down the drain
Of addiction
Just as soon as it started
I ran out of supply
The high became infrequent and too variable
Still in withdrawal,
I shake with the need
Never going to recover
not from something
I wanted forever.
About the Creator
Rain Q
I say what I mean and I mean what I say.
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