Creatures of Habit

I write only to 

extinguish

the insatiable pain of life. 

How can you love someone

So distant, so far away,

that you ache from their absence?

I am cursed

Stuck in the endless tangles

of my past loves.

I am only a creature of habit.

I may not know

what the future holds. 

I can only foresee

from what is already behind me.