Hollow

She always met his presence
with a sense of worship.
And when the sentence was passed
she thought she knew for certain.

She never felt her feet touch the ground
the way his smile uplifted her.
They danced together in the dark
as her heart was quickened, the doubt shifted her.

When their open mouths met
the black tar hit the spoon.
Boiling, the flame flickers wildly
like the look in his eyes, her heart taken to swoon.

The pain he put her through
was the needle piercing the skin.
'Twas the wince of pain before the oncoming rush
Her blood would soon swim, one with his sin.

Defenseless to committing to him
the sudden push was slow and deadly steady.
The discomfort she felt now blown the wind
Her eyes rolled back in him, skin cold and sweaty.

His effect on her, she dutifully embraced
what was once all of someone else, from him was only a taste.
Enrapturing he was, the world around seemed suddenly erased
Her fear was displayed
His charisma persuaded
Her love was proclaimed
Yet his efforts could not maintain.

The need he created, he suddenly abandoned.
Gone was the presence, the promise and the intent.
Diminished to a life of chasing that same high
and the correction of this error she would attempt an amend.

Still warm to his touch, her heart cooled to slow.
What could of been she swore no one could know.
Her tranquil efforts cannot hold ground to grow
and she was left, soaked in sorrow.
Where did she lose control?
She moved to crawl to her hole
as the bitter bones crack with the loss of bone marrow.
What she once was is now left to a shadow
as she was left waiting, hanging on to that first high.