On Fire

My body ached for one who does not love me.

My body yearned for one who stopped caring.

What is this illness?

He drove a knife deep into emotional flesh,

Planted  a drug-seed I cannot quit.

Sometimes I itch,

I burn,

‘Cause I know nothing different.

Been three years since.

It is forbidden to call him.

I’m no one’s woman,

Yet chains hold me back.

He doesn’t care,

And,

There’s “someone else” for me,

Technically.

When does rehab begin?

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