Drops of Jupiter (Poetry)

Poison

He was a drug to take in moderation
Intoxicating like Hennessy on the tongue
What tastes sweet on the lips
Is poison for the mind

Eyes that pierced tender insecurities
Like a fired gun
I willingly excepted each bullet
Craved it
Like an addict living without her drug

I'm still recovering
My mind failing to be a personal rehab
Sometimes I relapse
Hard

Like a true vice
Thinking of him
Is a poison I drink often