Cold Turkey

I am not dependant,
I do not need,
Yet I can think of nothing else,
Except this hunger I wish to feed.

Physically I’m yearning,
Mentally I’m torn,
I know I shouldn’t, I wish I couldn’t,
To late the feelings are being born.

Flooding to the front of my mind,
This is where I begin to question,
Only one more, it won’t hurt,
I’m scared of self-confrontation.

Taking this mental battle to the last,
Knowing my body’s going to pay,
Trying to fight it, five more minutes,
Sod it, save quitting for another day.

Now were getting excited,
My body and my mind,
A smile inching across my face,
Picturing elation I’m about to find.

Sitting back, enjoying everything,
Taking it all in,
Colours vivid, sounds heightened,
How can they call this a sin.