Karmic unicorn fucking  

I intended to show off,  
get my prose on,  
kick someone in the balls with my  
erudite social commentary;  
 
but then I remembered  
I no longer think  
about anything but you.  
 
While you’ve slept  
I’ve come to the stunted conclusion  
that I must have fucked a unicorn in a past life
to unbalance my karma,  
disperse my wa,  
and pee on my parade  
on this galactic a scale.  
 
It had to have been an entire herd, really,  
that my reward for  
beating down one addiction  
turned me into a junkie for you.  
 
I’d wake you up now,  
shoot you into my veins,  
buy an antique lobotomy kit off eBay,  
and just be done with everything but you,  
because I’ll never kick this shit…  
never let you go…  
(never even try.)
 
I’d do it.
But I think it’d kill me,  
to let you that deep under my skin,  
it’d kill me,  
and I’m fucking terrified  
that I’d come back
as myself,
still sadistically  
(deliciously)
addicted  
to you.