Addiction

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...