The Habit

In the distance you see love
in all it's splendor, calling to
you, enticing like a bakers
window displaying all it's
pleasures,

A dealer giving you a first taste,
you taste and it's like finding
buried treasure,

The heat of it's passion feels
as if you might melt.
Ooh! This pleasure you have
never felt,

It sings to you with the melody
of a lark.
Suddenly it starts, something
cold clutching on your heart,

The distance  is infinite, of this
pain, it's feels like the rug has
been pulled out  from under you,

You beg, scream, and threaten
you feel so much strife, you might
just  take your own life,

I curse you, why have you taken
that which gives me life!!!!

You have never felt so vulnerable.
Now your heart hardens and you 
feel invincible,

In the fire fueled by anger you have
burned everything that could be
memorable,

I will never love again, because
pain and loss are most certain.