What were they like?
They were the deciding factor
Of a good or bad day
Of whether I was okay
If we were okay
They could change my mood
Stop me in my tracks
Jumble my mind
Blind me from the truth
Like heroin
I was their addict
Ephemeral pleasure
Everlasting poison
By the end
I was weak
Lost
Stripped of all identity
And they appeared
In my dreams
In my fantasies
Reliving each one
And now
Hard as I try
I can’t remember
What your kisses were like
Becky Who
Sun 30th Sep 2018 13:06
I really like this. I love the way the last line hits and all that we've just read has new sense.