She’s there
When I need her.
She takes my breath
When I need air.
~
I look cool
Like a movie star:
Paul Newman
Driving a car.
~
But she’s killing me.
I knew she would.
She brings me down:
Carrie Underwood.
~
I wish I could
Put her down.
I wish I understood
Her wicked gown.
~
She lies
And strangles
And Ties
And Mangles
~
My life
Into unnecessary
Strife.
She’s Dirty Harry;
~
Smoking pistol carrying Gorillaz,
Dancing on my chest,
increasing my illness,
Instead of delivering promised rest.
~
And she’s always near
When I need her.
Taking my breath away,
Again and again.
I’m beginning to
Fear her.
~
Rest is what I wanted.
Cigarettes are what I choose.
Death is what I’ve summoned.
Walking a mile in her shoes;
I feel the abuse.
~
Now I hope you see
Just what sorta’ awful
Reward she brings.
A life with her is dying in misery.
~
Staying with her means you’ll never be full.
Kissing her lips
Will only stamp you a fool.
Assorted Virtues 
Boom! Creative, edgy, drives home the point.
Good work, Jacob. Terri
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Pow! Thanks, edgy was in the grand scheme of things. Thank you for the positive feedback.
Just the title of this piece alone had me enticed. The movement of the words are everything. It turns into the reader thinking they know exactly who this “her” is while on the other end, it can be many options. Maybe this “her” can be your strongest addiction or the thing that constantly turns you way from Christ? The list goes on..
Yes yes yes. Any lover aside from true objective loving totality is a false addiction. Such addictions only leave us wanting more and more of the very thing that is killing us, thus it is with sin. So sweet to taste, but death to consume.