A Slow Drip IV

You poured
into finicky veins-
a slow drip iv
like toradol
leaving that metallic taste
in my mouth
and you even
burned a bit
settling into my bones
like revenge but
I wanted more burn.
more of you
under my skin
and the drip continued
leaving me cold
with an ache that never
completely went away.
as the final drops fell
it became apparent
that I loved the feeling
of being alive again
more so than you
numbing me to the edge.