The Wolves Howling In My Head

Wolves Howling

The wolves in my head are howling loud tonight.

Howling in pain and sadness.

You permeate my every thought, and what can I do?

Nothing, you made me fear love, made an addict of me, made a broken man.

I want to cry over you again, but I don't want to give you that much worth.

Although my heart begs you're worth even more than any number of tears.

The wolves howl,

Telling me of every good thing we've been through,

And every bad thing that we worked past one way or another.

They say I'm not good enough, that I was never good enough for you.

I'm relapsing. Highly considered writing a poem titled that.

I want to call you, text you, something - to get my fix of you,

My drug,

My abuser,

My first true love,

The woman who took me,

The woman who promised me everything,

The woman who never lied until the end,

The woman who broke me.

The wolves howl, and they howl for you.

Every night,

Every hour,

Every day,

Every second,

Mourning you and holding on to something that isn't there.