The bitter-sweet reality of love

My dearest, 

Your beauty is as captivating, 

As staring into a poppy field, 

It is bliss, 

Just as the feeling of opium it's self, 

The feeling of which I posses is quite similar, 

To addiction. 

However, with time, like morphine,

I have needed so much of you, 

That it has began to destroy me,  

I'm sorry to say, 

You no longer get me high,

Yet I need you to function, 

The love that once was, 

Has become a nightmare, 

The rush once obtained from the needle in my arm, 

Is now a burden,

For I can't even find a vein,

Just as the rush I once had from making love to you, 

In a candle lit room, 

Have now become screams, 

Echoing through your apartment, 

The candles have melted, 

And I need rehabilitation, 

Goodbye, forever, 

My dearest.