Don't play with me like that.

I just recovered from you.

The Holy Spirit revived me from an experience that sent my head spiraling off my body and making its way into the space.

I was divided with myself.

You came along and squeezed my vulnerability like a fat lemon.

I soon found myself tangled in a shoestring of erratic explosions and catastrophes;

still, I didn't want to let go of you.

I was dragged away by my conscience, kicking and screaming along the way.

Sure, I can stand alone (even though I scream inside to see another pair of feet beside me).

I like the way our minds play together.

I love your sugar.

You always had good words of sugar -

but too much sugar is never good.

Can't get too high, now.

I know it will result in a crash down, and I'll be left...

left wanting more.

I'll be hooked to your addictive stimulation.

I can't let that happen - not again.

Small fragments of you are still in my system...No you're not.

Yes...

No...

Maybe.