Addiction - Poem by Nicola Beckett
I tried to lose myself in you,
You glared at me with eyes all knowing,
Why is it the rain washes all my pain away?
not the sun, the rain,
addicted to love,
addicted to loss,
addicted to God,
addicted to something,
we all have a vice,
and now he's back,
from the past,
with his voice like gravel.
pleading with voicemails unanswered,
Only I can't think of him,
And that too will pass.
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