an endless battle
in which i seek control
i will overcome you
but for now i will succumb
you provide the false bliss
the temporary relief from
this body of mine
until my hands feel the need
to come for more
and satisfy my dehydrated
skin like a next fix for an addict
I deal with the same issue… I whole-heartedly sympathize
Maximus, we’re fighting a similar battle. Makes me strangely glad reading this… And although I seem to be losing the battle I will win the war this winter or the next.
year after year i hope that it won’t return
but it always does. I managed to make it through half of November, but then I couldn’t control myself anymore.