Stringed Addictions
Always a string threaded
through my memory
can't go a day without
thoughts of you tugging me.
My fringes have to be bad
picking and pulling
healing prolonged
Can't seem to undress you
It's obvious I don't want to
I enjoy wearing thoughts of you
Clothed in your naked truth
Wearing you like an alcoholic
does eighty proof whiskey
I have a problem, I'll admit
when it comes to you
sobriety happens daily
addicted to thoughts of you,
from your heightened truth
down to your hair follicles.
One hundred proof
I'll be in therapy soon.
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