It comes
And
Goes
Like a broken heart
With no home
To go to.
It comes
And goes
Like the breeze
In the summer.
Like the waves
Coming to kiss the feet of the young girl
Who giggles and flees.
Coming back to kiss the wounds
From the last time it left.
Coming back when it’s needy
And leaving me when it’s full.
Leaving
Whenever he’s satisfied.
The lust that runs through his blood
Always so temporary
But never enough to fulfil me.
It’s like an addict on heroin
Or a thrill seeker on adrenaline.
That’s what temporary love is.