On Not Lamenting Your Lover

You imagined his love an antidote not an addiction to enslave you, but when the spiral you were in, left you with a splintered heart, that fragile part surrendered when you laid down your arms you became a junkie for his em- brace,you wore a monkey on your back, you were an abyss of unworthiness. Yet in the finality of it all when you were back upon the shelf, know you did not fall to Love, but to the Shadow self. It's not the same, so brook no blame, and bless the one who stayed, and stayed again. Bless him who embraced both shadow and the sun.