Ingrained in my head

I remembered her name

Her image wont leave me alone.

Does she fancy the inside of my head or do I habitually invite her?

Is my behavior that of an addict?

Have I become hooked without even experiencing the full affects?

I can practically taste them....

Though I claim I no longer wish to

I was once told


The grass is always greener

 Not knowing we're are wrong

Burdens arise 
When lust is too strong

You should know what your capable of
 The paths you could choose

Through it all you should shelter 
A thirst for truth


Then I thought

The rush that remains 
Should I hold her close

Sensations that rush
 From the head to my toes

 The joy that she left
After sharing her light

Was my conformation 
Of love at first sight

Finally 


Through flaws in the fabric
I've become weak
The stitching relied upon
Is burdened with leaks
Time has stretched it
And tainted the sheets
Measurements it once held
Are tarnished and creased


So help me God.