A bitter and fizzy feeling rushing through the veins.
Getting infatuated by you once again.
Like a first hit, like the first sip.
The happiest poem i wrote for a while.
I crave it all. The start, the middle and the start again.
A day time fantasy that turned into a restless night.
Pipe dreams in our broken sleep.
If I give up on greed does it mean I get to keep you ?
The last cigarette that lit. When you smiled and you looked up.
I rest my head while I tell stories to my right arm.
I will make sure our ink turns red and our scars don’t forget how many times we danced around.
I’ll keep feeding this obsession until I can only see a glimpse of you…
Until your face changes and your name doesn’t sound the same.
I’ll keep loving …
Loving you until you are someone else.