like doctor-prescribed vitamins
i missed to take you in, Thursday Morning,
while in a hurry to sit on endless
dreams
of escaping senseless work
i kissed you in a passionless jerk
before i left today to reassure
blind adoration
You love bomb me with affection
i weep and wish for true protection -
medicine to control the anger and hate (in you)
as the lunatic in me is always au fait on other people's lame lives
thinking
how they wish they were this high, too
they down a brew of lies, Thursday Morning, as i pass by
the corner cafe along that woeful familiar avenue
i exude improbable content
The only perk of wanting something this Bad (of a relationship)
but not letting go?
The comfort of dumb convenience
- trauma bonding
08.07.19
photo by S. Sims