(poem that used to be his anger)
you spoke of hershey bar lips longing
to be kissed but getting bitten off
instead – your hurt words on pale paper –
you really think i like to hurt you.
my love – i could kiss you & never
stop – never ever – but i must resist –
i struggle too. i too fight with demons
& feelings i can’t control. & sometimes
i don’t want to. but you know i have to.
giving me all kinds of ultimatums
isn’t going to help. our affair is
over. i have to go home now. & i
think you know – i think you know quite well – it’s
not chocolate to which i am addicted.