It’s the dregs…

If you did not know

It’s the lowest of the low

When the table is upturned and all cards come tumbling down

Like pieces of the mind, shattered, unraveling, and unbound

To make additional space

To clear a clean slate

To mayhap become an unstable foundation

From which to build some semblance of sanity once again

Unhealthy distractions

I extract them and toss them away

Out of sight and out of mind.. they say

I can testify to its truth

Actively protecting the sanctuary

Of my mind, heart, and soul

No miseries to console

I am already good

In a frenzy

Consuming seemingly endlessly

Yet the passion at it’s pinnacle

Can only uphold for so long it’s peak

Making the transition in the downward spiral

So bleak

No legitimate substance to fall back on

No choice but to move on

To find another source

That may extract the diamond in the rough

That exhilarating feeling I love so much

The chemicals were compatible

So then we became close

Initially the pheromones and oxytocin were a fair dose

Soon the passion and excitement had me overdosed

Comatosed on your love

Strung out

Like an addict chasing drugs

Chasing the rush that will never be enough

Yet you keep trying

For just one more touch

And when we touch

The chemical magic

That strangeness and charm… becomes reality

Manifesting in phallic dreams

Exhausted, tired out in ecstasy

Yet I need more now

Good Lord, bless me please

In those arms I was consoled

Tenderness which cured my mind and thus my soul

The warmth and comforting feeling

Likely had me reeling

Therefore slightly out of control

Yet in safe arms that tightly hold

There is no quitting, no exit, no fold