It’s needful I hold on a bit longer
Until I’m ready to say goodbye
Whether it’s good for me or not
Ween myself from his love?
But if I quit cold turkey
There’s no detox for broken love
So, I need to love less in miniature increments of time
And then maybe one day I’ll be strong enough to say
Goodbye without remiss; without a tear
But with gladness and good riddance
But right now, I’m hooked on his drug
And today I cannot say
No, I don’t want it this way
Will I always want some
Every now and then to keep me satisfied?
Just a quick hit and that’s it…until next time
Eventually….
I’ll detangle and break free