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You are the object of my affection,

I mean obsession,

because that’s all this will be

a fixation

on the pleasure you give me. 

I’ve dehumanized you,

sensationalized this lie

into something not true

when it’s love I pursue.

And when I left,

my heart was bereft,

going through withdrawals

because I wanted to fall

where I couldn’t get up.

You gave me all I crave,

a drug that drug me

through the ground

and kept me bound.

You gratify, but never satisfy;

you’re a temporary fix

that’s making me sick

for just one more taste

of your lust-laced lips. 

You gave me a high

but left me out to dry,

got me induced by ego boosts

and fulfilled desires.

But your grip will soon slip,

I’ll get over my addiction

to your affliction,

this dependency

to my sinful tendencies.

Rewrite 2012

You are the object of my affection,
I mean obsession,
because that’s all this will ever be:
a fixation
on the pleasure you give me.

I’ve dehumanized you,
sensationalized this lie
into something that’s not true
when it’s love I pursue.

And when I left
my heart was bereft,
going through withdrawals
because I wanted to fall
where I couldn’t get up.

You gave me all I crave,
a drug that drug me
through the ground
and kept me bound.

You gratify, but never satisfy;
you’re a temporary fix
that’s making me sick
for just one more taste
of your lust-laced lips.

You gave me a high
but left me out to dry,
got me induced by ego boosts
and contented desires.

But your grip will soon slip,
I’ll get over my addiction
to your affliction,
this dependency
on my sinful tendencies.