My Addiction

Yes! You withered my flower,
you changed the color of the sky.
Yellow suns have become brighter from this tower,
yet, what they call you is a lie.

Everytime you become sweeter than pain,
each day your name breaks through space.
Empty your mind, pour out the rain.
Enter this margin, show your face.

Vintage talismans caress the charm,
voluntarily vouching for sacred peace.
Vex in the name you brought with harm,
Vow you didn’t know honey when I was at ease

Into this inferno please fry and burn,
I will no longer be the sun by day.
Imagine all I have called you causes an upturn.
Insist no more, you’re never a good Wednesday.

Ruddapoet Rudolph