Questions: Other

1.
I do this dance with you
Where I get a piece of you
But only a taste
An itty-bitty taste
A fraction of what our love used to represent
It pains my heart
I thirst for more so much more
My mind is going crazy
And my heart crazier
And then we depart
And I am back at square one
Where I yearn for that taste again
Your essence is my heroin
And I am a fein for it.


2.
We do this delicate dance, where I am handed fragments of you— just a taste, an itty-bitty fraction of what our love used to mean.
It aches in my chest. I thirst for so much more until my mind spins and my heart beats out of time.
And then we part. I am thrown back to square one, starving for another glimpse, another touch. Your essence is my heroin, and I am a captive to the high.


3.
The music starts and we fall into step—
a cruel choreography where I trade my whole soul
for a morsel of yours.

Just a crumb.
A ghost of the devotion we used to be.

It hollows me out.
My mind races, my heart rebels,
screaming against the sudden quiet
the moment you walk away.

Back to zero.
Back to the desperate, trembling ache
of craving a poison
I cannot live without.