Pigment.

Relating love and addiction

I should have been more curious
Asked you how it worked, with addiction
Does the craving eventually cease?
Do you ever feel a sense of peace?
Or will I always feel frozen in this land of indecision?

I should have recognized that my drug
Came in the form of a human
Rather than powder
Or pill

A human who would never be
Quite the right shape for me
The same part of me that gives
Is also a pigmented abyss, that devours
It drinks endlessly of the love I pour out
The absence of you is the same as your presence
It remains a shape that I could never hope to fill

How many more times can I overdose for our love
Just to claw my way back from the dark?
How many more times should I die for us
Before my addiction leaves a permanent mark?