What is it draws me to you?
You are less the proverbial flame
Me even less the moth
You’re more like the edge of an abyss
That I can’t resist jumping off

My thoughts circle themselves
Effortlessly returning to you
It crept up, this compulsion
Growing in the core of me
Now screaming for attention

Crazy words spill from my lips
Recklessness from fingertips
To write those predilections
You opened that door again
I crave a hit of an old addiction

Thoughts of you stroke that want
Raging now like wildfire
Is this what you wanted? You win
I mainlined the last words you wrote
It’s up to you to cure my jonesin’

~ kei
27 June 2015