Craving

Steel resistance
Real persistent
Still insistent I can change
But inconsistent
Thoughts can instance
Relapsed acts beyond my range

Urges pester
Hurt dreams fester
Irksome yesterdays remain
Yet I still guess the
Thoughts so messed are
Grave cravings for absent stain

Still

she still calls to me
from a distant shore
"I was once your love
and you were once my whore

I am still the one
who you must adore"
- but I just smile with my eyes
and close the door.