Am I more addictive
than the crystals inside?
Do I float into your bloodline?
Do I make everything alright?
Do I sooth rather than withhold?
It’s hereditary, you know?
the phantom oooh and ash sullen eyes.
the empty glass bottle and silver foil wraps
the 12 steps till regret and sometimes remorse
the beads of Rush convulsing through bloodstream
Can I make your purr? Or rive on bended knee?
Am I your priest? Or an alter to lean?
Crying falsehoods on my shoulder
Or lying naked in my bed?
Do I mention all your vices?
Do I heal you with my words?
Do I hold your feet to fire?
Or drop you now I’m bored?
Do I want to be your saviour?
When I can’t save your soul
Do I want this cross to carry?
When it’s not for me to hold
Do I want this obligation?
The short answer is no.
About the Creator
Stanley Iyanu
I’m a spoken word poet and writer based in London, UK.
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