Chocolate Cake for the Soul / My Cure, My Poison

My cure, my poison
I want it
The lies, the tears, the pain, the tears
I crave it
Your sound, your touch, your scream, your scratch
Making appointments to receive your injection
Seeking your love but fearing rejection
A desperate search for affection
In all the wrong places believing deception
Your words like fingers trace my skin
But pull me deep into unholy sin
Prison doors open but I won't flee
Chains are broken but I'm not free
Sick of the lies, sick of the tears, sick of the pain, sick of the fears.
You're my remedy, you're my symptom
My cure, my poison.

Sometimes the one thing we feel like we cant live without is the thing that actually kills us. the strangest part is that even though we know it kills us we just cant help ourselves. this piece is just an artistic way of saying I live for what kills me.

I don't know if you can relate but sometimes you find yourself in a relationship that is just so messed up that you cant even have a single conversation without ending in an argument. everyone tells you to walk away but you just cant. nobody else can understand that there is a sick twisted side of you that actually revels in the bad times. the thing is its not the bad times that we enjoy, its the calm after the storm or the rainbow after the flood. its the anticipation for what comes after. the sweetness in reconciliation makes the bitterness of conflict worth it.

you will call me crazy but I think that sometimes its not even the calm that's exciting its the storm itself. people stay in unhealthy relationships or keep coming back to them because they enjoy the thrill of the combat.when someone takes their time and strength to deceive you and argue with you and cheat  you and offend you it means they must really love you. I did say you'll call me crazy!

I'm terrible at conclusions so I'm just going to say this; if you ever find yourself in a relationship, friendship or even situationship, do what's good for you as long as it feels right and you're not hurting anybody.

believe it or not I wrote this piece  (my cure, my poison) thinking about another piece. a piece of cake that is. a sexy looking piece of chocolate cake with dark sauce running down its side, and whipped cream on the top. the kind of chocolate cake that even when your tummy says its enough you just have to have more, consequences be damned. chocolate cake that whets you and causes an undeniable orgasm in your mouth with such a rich burst of flavor that has your taste buds tingling with pleasure.. and that's whats In My Head. you're welcome