Anonymous
Because it is
Clearly time for another
Decision, of course.
Each carrying our own torch
For reasons we no longer
Give as testimony, but this
Heroin still lingers in my veins
In trace amounts.
Jets dont carry fuel like the
Kind that was your
Love.
My fear is that we
Never run
Out and our love devours us whole.
Placating the pain,
Quietly succumbing to the
Rush to feel
Something, anything but
This pain of being without
Us, without the ecstasy burning in our
Veins
We just never feel the same.
You were it for me.
Zero regrets, baby.

- J.A. Lyon