Just as I thought I was healed,
the slightest glance of you drops me quickly to my knees once more.
A weakness.
I've worked so hard to forget the taste of you, yet your mere touch takes me high.
The rush in my veins,
the chills up my spine,
feels the same as when I look in your eyes.
So I know I can't reminisce, I know that I shouldn't.
Yet here I am again, trapped in his addiction, when I said I wouldn't.
This feels like imprisonment, just let me go.
This pain you've caused me,
you'll reap what you sow.
I'm burnt-out from this unhealthy consumption,
this ongoing flame.
I want to be free, but you won't allow it.
No, not that easily.
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