Why does this keep happening? Has it become a habit? How long will it carry on? What you said was the truth, But it left a dagger in my chest;

Chemistry; Lust; Perversion; Denial; Shame…

This pain is surreal: It’s torn me apart And distorted my mind. I can feel it scorching, Like fire to flesh,

Here I sit With my head in my hands, My entire body jittering. My heart is racing, My ears are ringing,

I have an addiction That feeds my soul. Not food nor drink satisfies Like this unholy deed. This deed I perform

Love. A word that has become an old clic… A word that used to have depth and… One that used to control all man’s… And define our lives,

I’m in love with the idea of being… I don’t remember ever truly loving… In the past, but I do remember li… A lady at the same time. I’m still not sure if it is love