Dirty
The craving never stops.
I come home
And just like yesterday,
And all the days before that,
I get drawn towards you,
Like south to north,
And I crashland into your arms.
I begin to spill
The contents of my heart
Onto a stone-cold counter.
I let you drink from me,
Drain me,
Empty me.
Your embrace tightens
To the point where I canβt breathe
And the sting of your touch
Brings tears to my eyes
But when you let go,
Itβs immediate;
The pain stops.
The tears stop.
All I feel and think stops.
The numbness,
Accompanied by the ringing in my ears,
Wraps a thin shawl around my shoulders.
It warms me a little β
At least enough to repel the penitence.
For a time, at least.
I stand up and go to the kitchen to have dinner.
Tomorrow,
We shall do this again.


Wow this is a beautiful portrayal of yearning π₯Ήπ₯Ήππβ€οΈβπ©Ήβ€οΈβπ©Ή