The bridge

Just me struggling with addiction

I stumbled upon them
I didn't mean to see it
When I saw their movements, vulgar and bare
I felt a sense of comfort, thrill and despair

It haunted me to no end
After all, I've become one of them
Locking myself in the world of the forbidden
Their works, their actions, my new addiction

What if they found out?
What if they saw?
I'd become an outcast wearing the crown
An introverted shy girl, the new talk of the town

I thought by telling someone
A friend I trusted dearly
Then maybe this guilty feeling
Would finally go away

But their sweet words of nothing,
Their poisonous words and movements
With every brush of their skin
I felt myself get drawn

A world of forbidden fusion
I made my comfort zone
Like an addict with blunts
I knew this habit would make me come undone

So one last time,
Let me indulge myself a new
Before I cross the bridge
And make it just a view