trouble is delicious
danger is the spice
cooked over obsession
I savor every bite
trouble is addictive
so soon I start to crave
I revel in each moment
willingly a slave
trouble is destructive
with no malice or intent
but still oh so disruptive
of where I used to be content
trouble is freeing
in it's strange little way
breaking habits stiff as chains
do I want to run away?