I swallow you down

to pick myself up

Thoughts of you

are no longer recreational

I'm using without a prescription

and the side effects

are starting to show

My mind is wracked

by the pangs of your withdrawal

I long for your intoxication

So, I keep these memories of you

locked away from my heart

but like a junkie in search of a fix

the broken thing still craves your high

Destroying me again

for a moment of addled bliss

She was done with Saturday night lust

that faded into Sunday morning pain

She wanted to wake up

to whispers of love

on quiet Monday mornings

after the rain