We are as sycophants to each other
Wanting only for ourselves,
Each draining the other in our egoist quest for pleasure.
Our parasitical needs know no bounds
In the confines of love it is not quenched.
And so we willfully destroy it,
As savage as we are ravenous
Making martyrs of our innocence.
Habitual bloodsuckers or destitute addicts,
And when the poison runs cold, so too do our hearts.
© Velma Velvet and affairsofthemindpoetry, 2018