Polka-dotted Stripes

I lower myself

Yet again

For the momentary

Satisfaction

You seem to give

And I want to say

That you taste like

Cigarettes

But that would

Ruin the mood

And as much

As I hate

To admit it

Part of me

Needs this

Needs you

To know that I’m okay

That I’m real

That I’m not

Abandoned

And I like to think

That you need this too

Even if it’s only

An escape

From your mundane

Everyday

Routine and I feel

Wicked

You have

Become my drug

And I’m so addicted

To you

And I’m scared

Of how this

Is going to end

Because I don’t

Know what to do

But I can’t stop

Just please…

Never let her know

Because part of me

Likes the danger

And yes I know

It’s stupid but

I love the thrill

Of her calling in

The middle because

I’m more important

For the moment and

Though you can’t

See them

I have wings

That let me

Fly

But only for

Now because

I know

That in the end

I still have to

Crash.

Reviews

[John A Common]

Great job,I love the flow of this poem. It is painfull yet wonderfull all at the same time. Nothing is perhaps worse then loving the wrong person.