I am not distracted by the mess

The piles of clothes, books, and movies

in the living room

create a soothing cocoon

around my wayward heart.

Lying on the corner of the couch

my head on your shoulder

the truth of our friendship

sits patiently behind my lips.

In progress...(on my morning drive)

Your eyes are the color of the sky before the storm,
when all the air is both ominous and safe. 

A world in silent anticipation,
 like a lover under the lash
 never knowing when the lighting will strike.

 In hushed tones, you tell me I belong to you.
Foolishly, I believe that you are mine. 

I am addicted to the sugar that you give me.

Addicted to sugar

Saccharine will not do.

Addicted to sugar

It’s the time I spend with you.

Addicted to sugar

Sprinkled on the side.

Addicted to sugar

I've long since lost my pride.

Addicted to sugar
my tears taste of salt

Addicted to sugar

And I refuse to stop.

Hungry

The scraps of your affection no longer keep me full.
Leaving me searching for a decent meal.
I travel from restaurant to restaurant
Looking over menus, unable to order.
Exhausted I fall back into your arms,
Hungry.

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I can choose to stand and fight

or run and hide

into the arms of self-destruction

There is no path without pain

no easy steps

through emotions of jagged rocks

break me, burn me, beat me, take me

break me
against the rocks
ice in your glass

burn me
feet to the fire
wax from your candle

beat me
back to the door
your hands give me pleasure

take me
willing or not
overcome by passion

intoxicating

Its not that I don't want you.
You are sexually intoxicating.
Around you I am drunk.
My thoughts fuzzy.
Logic hazy.

Your voice in my ear,
Shoots straight down my spine.
I am wet.
My knees weak.

The path towards your door,
is paved with good intentions.