Hammerhead

The first time we met,

I thought you were as charming

As hammerhead.

Tool or the shark.

The first time we kissed

The felt so nauseated, it was

As if a cherry bomb blew up

My ulcer-riddled stomach.

The high school prom dance

Felt like dancing with a

King Cobra; no arms, no legs,

Or a soul, only venom, but

I kept coming back to your calls,

Your cries, your wants and needs,

Because after all, I am an

Addict and you always momentarily

Fixed me, while deceptively and

Slowly killing me from the inside out

Some days I wish you

Would just finish the job you started,

Now, I’m coming for you.

Never shut your eyes when you sleep.

Never take your eyes of your six.

You’ll never take me again.