I know what the trick is going to be, but I don't know how to get there.

I know the idea is to be satisfied being alone. But, how do I get there? I guess I have to start by being alone... romantically, completely. I don't want to take that step. Losing the amount of affection I currently possess would send this addict into raging withdrawals. There's bound to be lots of crying, drinking, and heavy partying. I'd probably write so much my fingers would bleed.

It has nothing to do, really, with any one particular person. It's affection. It's everything about it. I feed off of it. Rely on it. I don't know how to break my addiction, and still have it in my life?

O sweet Affection,

I'm an addict for you,

raging in withdrawal.

My skin turns blue from

the air between us.

It's sundered,

like rain falling from clouds.

All involuntary disrupts,

like drowning leaves

weeping death in puddles.

I curse the separate space,

the next embrace

and last kiss.

I curse empty.