Resplendence Abuse

You flick your ashes in my direction

as your glowing embers waver and wane.

I tell myself it's a sign of affection

but I can't help but inhale your disdain.

It's like you can sense my addiction

and know that I need you like air in my lungs

but you are afraid of the conviction

that is brought by downcast eyes and eager tongues.

Lately I've been thinking that I would quit,

that I could cope without having my fix

but when another of your smiles is lit

I can't help but fall for all of your tricks.

So now I try to ease myself away

breathing in your scent less and less each week,

but that taste in my mouth continues to stay

and it makes it hard for me to speak.

I'm rid of your cancer but hooked on your cure

and I can't bring myself to break the use

so I will continue to feel impure

as you continue to sport and seduce.

I am ready to be rid of your tug,

I am finally ready to say goodbye.

Replacing you with a harder drug

is the only way I can feel Love's high.