Too much for too long,
and you get addicted
Be it love or lust, it’s the same
Longer you have it in your system,
harder it is to live without it
His addiction was a bit different
No it was not love nor lust,
nor was it behavioural
It was pain, the unlikeliest of them all
It was the pain she gave him
To start it was once in a while
Then it was a part of his life
like every now and then
There came a day when he had to quit
He went as far as he could,
but no distance was a remedy.
He always got back for another dose
For he couldn’t live without it
For he was addicted
addicted to pain,
the unlikeliest of them all
Was it his love for her,
or was he plain addicted ?
These he never found an answer
not until now...
