Addiction

Your eyes promised me the sky,

Shining sun and all;

I gave you the world to accompany my sky,

And we completed the universe.

 

Then the smoke curled around,

Bleeding a trail of gray;

You stained us. You shamed me.

But you kept rolling the purple haze.

 

My sky is now cluttered,

Tainted with rain clouds;

Our world is drenched in your disease,

It’s your spit hitting my window.

 

Yet I wipe away the rain

And sweep resin under the rug;

I believe you once again:

You’ll save the world, later.

 

I can’t see the sun anymore.

My sky is in embers

And you are fading out our universe.

You are in love with the smoke.

 

Not me.

Author's Note

This was originally a very long poem but I stripped it down to this. I hope I made a good decision. :)

Reviews

[Penny Ellen]

I love this poem! Your imagery makes it so easy to see how everything happened. If you have ever seen a sky full of embers (I have, though there were ashes, too) it's as bad as what you portrayed.
As for completing the universe? You capture the feelings so well, whether love or infatuation.

[Charisma Moonfairy]

Wow this is very beautifully written. The visuals in the words are amazing. Thank you for sharing such a wonderful piece of art with us all.

[ghost]

wow. Some say love is understanding, but I believe that understanding one's lover is the work of miracles and magic. You've however captured the sadness that comes from that understanding, and the wisdom that comes in understanding one's self in the process. They are but lonely sad truths, lessons of love. Peace come to those who learn them, both willing, and not.

[Flow]

I find love to be such a powerful thing and when one is heart broken some very powerful words rise up out of them. I luv this poem because it shows how strong women love, how devoted and committed they are even if it cost them the world. Excellent poetry

[We May Well Be The Ones]

I say that whoever this is about is a d********g.

you have a lovely tone to your work.
it feels very much alive.


very talented indeed.

[An owl on the moon]

What a powerful piece! To show addiction almost alive, swallowing as it were your sun and sky, taking away your love. Haunting in its depth... So glad you were able to write again!