midnight

lost in addiction

be it nightmares or dreams,
he lingered not in sleep but silence.
be it soft whispers or screams,
his touch hinted at violence.

be it in sheets or on sand,
his tight grip hurt the hand.
like the ocean does for an island,
i knelt so he could stand.

be it Yes or No,
i chose in vain.
if he never let go,
was it pleasure or pain?

be it tears or a scar,
i hid the bruises from older brothers.
as soon as he hit the bar,
he′d trade these lips for another′s.

be it broken bones or a broken heart,
he didn′t care.
he ravaged his blood-stained art,
be it clothed or bare.

be it love or possession,
i must make a confession.
be it foolishness or obsession,
he had me lost in addiction.

Karran Kumar ℵ Lost In Addiction