Sunday 14 March 2010

eyes are the windows of the soul.....

There are moments
I am reminded, bitterly and completely,
that I love you
i slap patches of other men to my skin, it's not the same
but it helps keep me at least twelve steps away
from my vicious addiction to you
and as with any bad habit,
the very passion between us
turned to poison and

you couldn't stop and Icouldn't stop you,
you couldn't stop even when I begged you to,
your unrelenting fervor tore me right in two
and now parts of me will always be
stained in the color of you

[anon]