When does that one toxic thing stop
being the default?
I am that thing
that you dream about
when your eyelids flicker
and show you patterns of smoky lightning.
You wake gasping
and disoriented confused
with the taste of me on your lips
and in your mouth
and inhaled deep into your body.
When you contort and writhe
and breathe in deep and alive
you think of me.
Your fingers ache
body tingles hot and numb
twisted with the taste of craving.
It's sometimes harder to give up the feeling of being the thing someone becomes addicted to, than it is to give up an addiction itself. There is such tremendous power in feeling wanted.