It started with love

I've developed an addiction

it started with love

I learned to love it
because I was surrounded by it,
loneliness.

It was a true love
I reveled in it
I wrapped myself in it
and cuddled it until I was warm
I overindulged
eager to drown in it


until I started to drown in it

now it owns me
I no longer have the power to leave it behind

it strangles
me

wakes
me
in the night

keeps me from
sleeping
keeps me from
breathing

but
I find myself

yearning
for it's
numbing touch

like
death
or
casual sex

draining

I am
addicted
imprisoned
lonely