... addiction ..., ... beauty ..., ... ghosts ..., ... life ..., ... love ..., ... poem ..., ... poems ..., ... poetry ..., ... relationships ...

when we crave our Phantoms

i am in the midst of you
and you are the shadows
that slide beneath my
midnight bed.

were it not such a delight,
i would acquiesce to your haunting
and seek out a sage or a
seer in the hopes of

ridding you from these darkening
nights. rather, i will keep
silent, in the hopes that what is
now terror will soon give birth to love.

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