You're exactly like a drug.
And like a drug;
The highs are so inexplicable. Anything in that moment could not even amount to what I had ever felt before our lips collided.
They leave me craving for more.
I can still feel the shakes in my legs from the night before.
I can still taste every emotion we shared from inside the bedroom door.
Still smell the candles we lit, and hear the music that melted my mind...
I loved observing the ways your eyes looked into mine.
But the lows...
The shakes became tremors. An uncanny response to withdrawal.
An uncontrollable urge that made me want to latch onto any moment-- if we even had one at all.
The candles are burnt out, and the room is so empty and dark.
Our door became real when it latched shut, like you were saying goodbye.
Our bed was no longer our sanctuary, but a common mattress that grew colder as the nights became scary.
Hickeys turned into track marks; proof that you were here.
Proof that our nights were fun. Proof of the love we share.
But my eyes are growing dim as my lips turn blue.
My heart races every time you step foot in the room.
Butterflies no longer reside in my stomach but have soared into my chest.
I want to believe you're not what I need, but the greed growing inside is leaving me feel uneasy.
Can I have just one more hit?
One more bump?
One more prick...
Our love is my drug...
But I won't let me drown alone in it...