If I go cold turkey
I remember the bliss
but survive
if I have a taste
I want more
need more
wonder how I ever got by without him.
Sometimes I wish I never met him
love/hate
I’m lucky -
some people will never
feel as strong
overwhelmingly
wickedly
dangerously
poisonous.
So I go on.
There has always been
self-hatred
insecurity
dealt with daily
Him, the ache in my withdrawal.