Diary

he was more than a drug
more addictive than the finest wine
in his eyes I could recollect
all the things I had feared to watch
it was as if he were mine

I would gaze with  wanting
yearn for that moment with such passion
All that I had feared to think
In his presence I said it all with no remorse
he was more liberating than my addiction
 
 I inhaled joy whilst the smokes furled
disguising my true composure
reprimanding my deadly pleasures
he would stare as i exhaled
that evil companion

he was more addictive than that which kills
yet I failed to let go
falling ever so softly into deterioration,
he hoped I would choose him with that pleading smile
but I failed I chose it

 falling into fiery eyes,
hoping for his doubtful glare,
walking on shooting stars,
he said his last wish
i hoped i was more addictive than her.

Reviews

[Mary Bosworth]

The entire piece is poetic and nicely put together

[Vanessa van Gersie]

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