• You’re addicting, like a drug.
    You’re like nicotine I can’t rid of, something I need.
    I want to breathe you in; but it kills me slowly inside.
    You smother me; hold me in so tight, I can’t escape.
    The more I stay with you…the more I loose myself.
    You mark me everyday; scar me right on my heart.
    I want so much of you, that I can’t even stand the thought of you leaving.
    But yet, I left you, got off my sweat addiction to you.
    I cried for you, twisted and turned in my bed.
    After loosing you, I lost a part of myself, and felt my pain increase.
    Without my personal drug, I am no one; you were my personal drug….so addicting, so demanding, I just fell.