I’d ripped you out from under my skin,
purged myself of every ounce,
every drop of what I felt for you.
The cravings had finally stopped,
my heart no longer hurt,
and your memory was fading.
But here I am,
with wide amber eyes,
right back at the beginning.
Another taste of being understood,
of talking in circles,
and making perfect sense.
Another taste of your thick sarcasm accent,
and thoughtful wit.
My soul has been reignited,
but I can’t help but wonder,
how long until you leave again?
If you’re my worst addiction, then this relapse might kill me.