VOLATILE

Sometimes I panic

Cuz it feels like this love

Is strapped to my heart

Like a bundle of explosives

With faulty wires

Unstable

Its strength

Sometimes an overload

That I fear will surely

Decimate my vessel

Leave it jigsaw puzzle

Too damaged to reconjoin

Too many pieces gone missing

In the blast

If I don't find a way

To sever this connection

That has me at the mercy

Of cravings with enough force

To trigger

My soul's massacre 

©2018 Charlene E. Green
From my upcoming book You Betta Write!