My Craving addicton

My Craving Addiction.

I crave you.

The way your body moves like a tidal wave twisting and flowing into the river that is my heart.                                                                                  The grayest form glows, The arches of your soul travels within existence. I am pulsing like a vein fixated on the oozing warm liquid attempting to support my addiction, how the existence creates the fuel that sparks my insides, allowing the cages of my ribs to burst open so that the beating organ that once was my heart can leap to its painless death.                                                                                                                                           I am nothing more than a dim star in your galaxy, thirsting for a drop of rain so that my vines become in the garden that is your life, but the Archangel has forbidden me from tasting those ever so cold raindrops. You imprison-ate me.                                                    Twisted, Gagged,Taped, abused yet amused by the pleasure.                      Lips grasp for release , the pressure that only the water can provide, haunting and insulting the lingering laughter replaces the warm liquid.                                                                                        Clawing, Tearing, Grabbing, Sobbing, Continual emptiness.                     I love you like the way a leaf sacrifices its happiness to provide the tree with an inner warmth, but your bark is so harsh and your roots are crooked.                                                                                        Hanging on, Branches creaking, Snapping, I fall unconscious, reaching out, searching for your ghost hand.                                                   I evaporate from your memory as if the water was just a beautiful nightmare, but really its just my addiction.