Methadon

“Methadone”

This is almost getting to the point of
Masochism.
  Sirens go off
You slip your hands up my legs
    To my unwelcome delight.

I would do anything right now
   Without question
If only you’d ask.
       Shave my head?
           Sure, it’s only hair.
        Join a cult?
     Why not.  I like Nikes.

You look me in the eyes,
   My mouth turns to swamp rot.
    Welding it shut.
I feel your hot breath
   Taking me again.
       Hot and hardly romantic.

It would be safer
  Addicted to heroin instead of you.
    Heroin can’t talk.
       Tell me I’m nothing.
         Sabotage your heart
          For anyone else.

With heroin you watch your organs wither
     on a cold x-ray,
       Instead of feeling and guessing.
My legs crumble at your touch
   Setting off fireworks,
       Burning from the inside out.

Sulfur trails.

I hate you more then I fear you,
  I hate how you’ve trained my body
      To disobey my mind.
That stings worse then any needle.

Maybe I should smother you,
    With red velvet and lace.
    Or choke you with your whips
        In the chains you love so much.

I just need you

           out of my system.