A Poem Called Love, Addiction

Love, addiction:

Every night around 10

A voice speaks to me

From behind my eye sockets

It tells me to do things I don't want to do

Things that will hurt me in some way

Hurt me in a big way

Hurt me in a small way

In my heart there is no distinction

between big and small

Every betrayal of myself is a tragedy

The best defense against this voice

Is having something to lose

In other words, love

When there is something to lose, there is love

When there is love, there is something to lose

When it matters how put together I am

Not for work, not for my family

But for love itself

That is the beginning of the end

Of this late night voice

That comes with its bag full of tricks

To turn gold to ash

To turn what is sacred into garbage

If the voice of addiction had just one mission in this world

It would be to destroy what is sacred.

Love is the only remedy for that.