The Recovering Addict

It is not stupidity,

That triggers the recklessness.

It is not ignorance,

That leads to desperate escape.

It is the foolish feeling,

That thrills me.

It is the cheap thrill,

That makes me high.

It is the total abandon,

That seduces me.

It is the knowledge,

That you don’t care.

It is the realisation,

That finally gets me.

It is the fear,

That finally wakes me.

It is the pride,

That pulls me back.

It is the numbness,

That drowns me without you.

It is the desperate longing,

That follows the absence,

It is the will,

That stops me from falling.