Pain every morning
And
Intensity at night,
A burst of emotions
taking me on a ride.

Rising upwards the first
Three days
Making me wish that I
had stayed.

Leads to the climax
Wanting more.
That has me banging
on want's door.
Cringing at the brink
of need.
Why is it that cravings
never sleep?

At the fall of the ride
I find myself where it
hides.
Trying to feed
With what I do not
need.

It is only in the end
It starts to get better
Or maybe I'm used
to it then.
Slowing down;
Ending quick;
A painful fix