by ERIC
My thoughts flourish
Blooming of roses
That prick the fingers
Of the least important
The people that show concern
Don’t get pricked by the thorns
You played with the intensity in my heart
And I was scorned
Choosing to abstain from romance
Until I return
The mellifluous melody of your voice kept me in contempt
Love’s pure sting
Showed the true difference
My thoughts apprehended
Taken captive
Catching my hands to burn
Stripping my independence
The drug in me is you
And I am dependent
Your love is my addiction
Our separation is my withdrawal
The razor cuts to me are like
A heroin needle being imprinted
Heroine mission
Grasps my attention
Take me away from tendencies
That lead me to the ledge of buildings
Your aroma is my stimulant
Your picture remains in my mind
Like lockets
But I try to discard the pendant
I am sent to rehab for love
But remain lackadaisical of your remembrance
I strain to gain the voice to utter good riddance
Some say that I need that
But to me if we were face to face, it would be a relapse
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