Addicted to you
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