Full circle affair

Things tend to end the way in which they began.

Jonie adored ecstasy.

There was never an itch that could be completely scratched and a man’s libido large enough to do the scratching.
As the highs wore off
The copious lengths of ample solutions to oral fixations and
enough head-
-to-headboard battering to nearly cause down-syndrome, the weekly affairs teetered into paranoid delusions of nonissues and threats of
her ending our relationship.

It ended much in the way all things do,
as they began.
I couldn't look her in the eye
realizing I knew nothing about her.
A veil positioned between
us, separating
us, an inch
and then a mile.

A manic gusto of pills,
powder, tabs,
and toils later
it began where it ended. 
Where all things do.
Only for that high to dim and fall
so it could begin again.