Want. Want. Need. Want. Need.
My head is so heavy.
Distracted. Dazed. Drained.
Not an ounce of energy remains…
so much required to deny desire,
the desperate need inside of me.
I’ve been here before but I always lose the war.
Torn apart from the inside out.
What do I do to find a way through?
I resist the insatiable impulse,
but it feels like it could be the death of me.
I know that giving in is my undoing,
my mind broods in the misery
of desire unmet.
Hungry. Helpless. Frantic. Obsessed.
You are the death of me.