I would call her by this name now,
Not to own her feelings or desires,
Just to feel she is call to my heart.
I would confess here,
I’m trying to get off a bad habit,
I tell you it’s tearing me apart,
Everything is letting me go back,
I’m tired…I’m craving…I’m depressed.
What do I tell her now, Deathra?
She makes me feel abandoned now,
Leaving a part of me,
Which scares the forthcoming truths.
I can’t go back to that habit, Martha,
Stay close and smile to me.© sjwordsmith