Soulmates of Thrill

Back in my room,
I was no longer my own.
One time was all it took
to catch the downhill thrill.
It didn't take long to figure out
how to pry open windows at night.
It didn't take long
to become a slave,
until I hurt for it.
Denying I was losing
my inner battle.
I made up every answer
and the reasons behind.
My brain and I were
melting together like candles.
We had become
the perfect soulmates.

Author's Note

About addiction.