I am who I am. I write poetry and paint really badly. Please be patient.

As much pain as I feel

for what you do

or say to me

I seem to keep on

Coming back for more,

I’m probably addicted.

Those passionate nights

We spent together

Remain in my memory,

The feeling of you

Of us becoming one,

I must be addicted.

Now the hardships have come

You worry me so

With your suicidal notions

You will remain mine,

As you are probably addicted too!

© 2019 Wendy Engela