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I inhale piety and my eyes roll in desire.

Perhaps in this moment I can forget the rest

and only cater to this addiction.

All others are sacrificed in order to become this

one missing puzzle piece that

was never in the box to begin with.

I will always be surrouded by this heresy,

but when thought comes to fruition,

I am just as much a part of it

as the heretics I am amongst.



He strokes my face, to calm me,

but I look away and close my eyes,

unable to meet his chocolate windows.

My own green-tinged eyes, even closed,

betray the pain the has ravaged me,

and he kisses my closed lids in response.

I sigh, and we grasp eachother to mend

our own emotional desires.



I am more whole than I was before,

but I will continue to strive for

something I will not attain.

My substance abuse is of pain,

but the white made it tolerable.

Now, I settle for him to be my drug.

Will he take up the position,

or will I have to yen for another cocaine love?