There's one addiction I have
and that's living in the
I like to go back in time and
replay scenes in my head;
good ones, bad ones,
they're all the same.
I like to relive them in great detail,
slowing down time to capture the specifics
I missed in those moments the first
I imagine that they are photographs,
and imagine the condition they'd be in.
Some edges worn from constant replay,
other sticky with the aftermath of love making,
still others, ripped and pasted together again, their
edges burnt in fury.