Opiate Trash ★★★

I fell in love once
It was like sitting too close to a fire
Scalding and noxious
Too bright filling the air with laughing tongues so that
Breath becomes something difficult
That catches in the throat
It licked at my body and consumed and gnawed
And burned into my veins
Like hypodermics lapping at my flesh
Puncturing seeking finding the source
And releasing
So falling in love is like morphine
Wanting to empty yourself on the ground
Overwhelmed and bathed in sensation
Receptors exploding fireworks
Followed by void and the unbearable
Opiate sickness groggy for days
Never wanting it again
But never not wanting it for ever and ever and ever and always
Not a day not a night not wanting it