Possessions Remain Only That Which Controls Us Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Suddenly I felt nothing
Her heart reflected mine
Instant insomnia
suddenly
She became mine
before the debris of emotion ran rampit as
The little bump that appears on the side of your mouth if bitten down to hard
Soon it becomes addiction
To touch
To rub
Soon thought becomes impaired
Sexual to the mind and the way it thinks
A single serving of needing that needs to imply purpose
You couldn't begin to believe
The illusion of euphoria thats begun
Suddenly
Consumers of a byproduct that was created by the longing that presented itself in the look eyes could give