…in all the wrong places
Desire’s sweet torment
looking for love in all the wrong places
that well-worn cliché
meaningless in the moment
the urges that surge, like fire through my veins
the longing that never fades
I’ve been here before
rolling the dice against the odds
as always, I find myself with empty arms
and again I walk away
but your relentless whispers keep calling me back
even when I know the odds are against me
the cards, never in my favour
I play my losing hand, over and over again
why, oh why can’t I walk away?
for I know that you will never stay
the game has always been yours to play
you are the one, chasing the high
you hide the truth with your endless lies
revelling in the thrill of the game
seeking the rush of adrenaline
the true object of your desire
I see the darkness in your eyes
yet still I cannot look away
I am falling into their depths
feeling strangely alive as I roll my last dice
and in my heart I finally know
that this is the roll, that will break me
our love a funeral pyre
© Ann Bagnall
