Addiction

For too long
I've come up with
a million rationalizations
to help me ignore
my better judgment

"I want to feel my way to you"
(I'd say)

But that's how addiction sounds
and feels
Like a strong magnetism,
an animal-like pulling,
that throws off your whole
internal compass
until you're completely lost
in the chaos of
your thick, deep, feeling, aching
subconscious.

This is not about love.
This is about open wounds.

The Girl, The Image

Laying beside me
You note my body, my image
Seductive hips and back that call to you
Almost on their own
As if they are detached and speaking
To you in a separate language.

While I am
Trapped in a body, an image
Speaking (according to you)
In dissonance with my form
And you listen to the one that sounds the best.

I say
No, no, no
But you
Selectively hear
yes, yes, yes

Maybe this could be resolved
If I detach myself from my body
And leave you with the parts you want

But that is impossible
(I've tried it)

So you're going to have to listen
To me when I talk
Instead of projecting thoughts on my image
And stop trying to make me
A prisoner in my own body