Addict Pt. 2

Have you looked in a mirror lately?
you've been addictive since
fresh fifteen,
cool eyed and quiet mouthed,
soaking my words in
as if you weren't
flesh and bone,
but a fog on the ocean
wrapping every thought
in chill grayness,
even my ridiculous
strawberry milk words
don't scare your soul,
yes,

you've been addictive since
this afternoon,
skin on fire eighty-five
degrees Fahrenheit,
gasping for air like
resurfacing from the depths,
like life in full color,

like the tender

rawness of hearts

with no assumptions,

and now I know

trust is just 

holding hands at

ice rinks, and brushing fingertips
on summer walks, and
Tchaikovsky with my
eyes closed,

addiction--

how much you drink

on Sunday nights 

grasping blindly,

crawling across the floor

to know who you are

to be reminded

of yourself,

what can I do anymore,

they figured out how much 

I want your heart,

but that wanting is just

a thief in the night

stealing the last light

left in your body,

yes, I admit 

I couldn't stop taking it,

I've been addicted since

the beginning of our time

which has now come, quietly,

to its own end.