Poetical

A Sweet Addiction

Is it the love you give that is complicated?

Or is it my thoughts about your love that complicate me?

How long would it take you to clean the stains on my heart?

How long would it take me to remove the dirt on your soul?

What is possible about us is just a matter of controlled love

Somewhere over our kind of love

There is a space where love and control dwell together in perfect disharmony

I am addicted to creating the perfect pain

My pain is so natural

I am addicted to creating the hurt

My hurt is so justified

I am addicted to creating the worries

My worries are oh so fair

Every day, I carved in my soul these feelings

Because our world made me that way

Alas, I am a sweet addiction of my own making