Chasing of a Heroin's heart
you would not know a exhilarating lifetime without the experience of you.
a sorrowing nostalgia of a time not appreciated enough.
bittersweet was the feelings name for the resentful adoration i held for you.
my forbidden fruit as i pleaded for a taste after years like an addict getting one hit off the view of your face. i dont even know why, love isnt what it is anymore, i wouldn't want you now even if i could have you.
a tabaccos kiss itching under my skin, attempting to scratch its way to the surface and i dont know where it resides in this tainted heart.
A venom i have yet to find the antidote for. unrequited as it often is in terms of addiction; you do not care for me as i would bend over backwards for a glimpse, a taste, a whiff of you.
2 years sober but your call returns as soon as i look into the abyss of the idea of what we would have been.
i disgust myself with it. the plight is that you had saved me from the thorns of a thorny rose vine that wrapped my heart like a ribbon. one that you had clipped to relinquish me from my feelings, taking out its thorns with a gentle touch and bandaging it with a caring hand. before putting it back in its cage to leave it alone.
