Seems that I always must have a lover on the side,
Something or someone to keep passion alive.
Perhaps it is best if my lover remains
Creativity in all of its ways...
I've tired of breaking my family's heart
All for a short lived oxytocin high.
It seems so clear now
How addicted I am
To feeling endorphins kick into high drive.
An addict to love, that's what I am
Stabbing commitments and slaying them dead.
Could there be another way?
My beast is me and so must stay,
Can I train her to obey?
Letting her play with poetry,
Writing and painting outside the lines,
Free at home, forgetting the "need" to roam?!