got my fix
this 4 year itch,
i keep scratching at you,
i can’t be cured,
knowing just how good it could be,
when will this midnight endeavor,
become daily routine?
i keep holding on and hoping,
but your requisiteposition keeps us apart,
i can’t contain this pleasing secret,
your destitution displayed as you devour me,
would you lie to find me here?
i can’t go back,
to who i was at the beginning,
relapse and repeat,
every chance I get,
i’m questioning my stability,
i can’t love any other,
while my heart is in your hands.