Coming Clean

Strips of skin covered veins,
with organs, lungs and a heart.

Once upon a time,
your touch on my skin,
set a fire in my veins,
wound and bound up my organs,
stripped my lungs of it's breath,
and stole my heart.

You used to be an addiction,
but now I'm coming clean
purging my veins of your poisons
intoxication being striped from me piece by piece.

Tearing strips of skin away to operate on myself,
unwinding and unbinding organs
willing my lungs to breathe new breath
growing a new heart.

I will purge myself of you.
Piece by peaceful piece.

Before I woke this morning,
I dreamed of an ocean
full of waters
pure, peaceful, clear.

And I can't say that it's nice
to not have to miss you tonight,
because we were epic.
And we always will be.

I remember ecstasy tearing through my being,
but the time to clean has come.

I only ask,
that you don't resent me
because the us we were will forever
and always be missed.

My apologies
because I fear
that is something I can never cleanse.
It will always be a part of the man that I am.