You knew the complexity of my nature,
but you kept me close anyway.
You knew how addictive I would be
yet with every drag, you wanted more.
I soothed you,
I healed you,
I lingered in your sighs
and refused to walk away.
Heavy lids were my cue,
and I obliged.
I was worth the wait,
every once in a while
after all, I was your own,
your private escape.
Drawn in instinctively,
pushed out too fast
I knew I was too much,
yet I stayed steady.
Quietly burning,
just to keep you alive.
I fidgeted at your fingertips,
obnoxious until lit.
I crawled between your fingers,
pure until your lips.
We made out each night,
rough, consuming.
You held me by the neck,
kissed me mad as I died.
And every goodbye was content,
until you needed me again.
You flipped me,
you flicked me,
you stomped on me countless times.
Convinced and relieved,
you thought it was over
yet you never saw
the damage I left behind.
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