It's a drug. A vice.
This thing I do.
I don't have to have you
all the time.
But when I do, I get to release.
Let go of this feeling,
anger, despair.
My innermost being
needs to be let out.
But no-one can see it.
No-one but you.
This turmoil I have,
crashing me.
This sweet release of just writing.
nice twist at the end.
nice twist at the end. thought this was going to be about something else. well done