Addiction

dedicated to me; from him

I fell in love

with the way her rings were

too big on her fingers.

With how cold she was by day,

but how warm by night.

How closed she was

when the sun was out,

but so turned on

like a light

once the moon shined.

The voice of a siren,

which lured me in even more,

ripping me from my ropes and

dragging me into the water,

happily drowning, knowing

my life would be forever spent

with her.

I fell in love

with the flash of white teeth

that produced the glimpse of

fangs

when looking indirectly at her.

The sweet taste of her mouth,

red and dark like raspberries

with sharp, protective thorns.

I tell her I want to penetrate her

barriers, to get to know the

"real" her.

But she scoffs,

"you know the real me"

and turns away, but not before

I see the spark of a lie

in her eyes.

I fell in love

with the illusion of her.

Because how can someone so perfect

even exist at all?