Sweet Poison

This shouldn’t be an addiction.

But somehow it has escaped my

Minds grasped and taken on a

Life of its own. It sings when I don’t

Want it to, and so I must attend to it.

Something there is about love—it’s

A tease much like death at times;

When it’s thought to be over, it hangs

On as if an anchor is tied to the neck.

I want this feeling to sink, and simply

Die. I’ve never tasted a poison so

Sweet.