I try to forget a permanent etching.
Feelings don’t just leave.
Why do I fight?
Why do I still feel?
The attachment will stay but there is some fray.
Willingness to mend.
I love with anger, fire in my heart.
The flame won’t die.
After the hellish experience, I still want.
You’re my poisonous addiction.
Like Jack and arsenic.
You’ll be there until I die.
In the shadow of my heart.
By Raeanne G. Roy. All rights reserved.