I'm Done with the Calm. Can We Go on to the Storm?

Would a lover bring me peace of mind?
Oh, no. I don't want that. I want my love
To leave me aching, hungry, utterly disturbed.
I want to be the abject addict, shuddering
When she is gone, and staggering, intoxicated
When she's back with me again. I have the peace
Of mind already. Glum as it is, I don't see
Much point to hanging onto it. Let a lover
Come to snatch it, throw it down and trample
It, and, in its place, instill some drama.
That's the thing I need.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-10-22 at 21:32

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