Him

Addiction,
he softens my grip
Strokes his path through my fingertips
And then I’m his.
And then I’m his.

Oh sweet addiction, bittersweet desperation
My lonely allies tighten their grip
As I lose my mind for another sip,
another smoke,
another trip,
another man between my hips.

Oh sweet addiction
He can smell my defeat
He consumes my mind
as restraint retreats.

My lonely friend all you bring is sadness
Bitter disappointment and a moment of madness
that I can’t sustain,
So I just sink again and again
Dance to his beat
Return to temptation, to desperation, to defeat.

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Twigg

writer, musician, artist, joiner

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