Addict

your smell is my drug a psycodellic trip i cannot leave and with every silent shrug for the distance between us i grieve these last few weeks a hallucination brought on by the simple sight of your smile, my heroine the drug i do not wish to fight as the touch of your skin enters my veins through the needles sting the pain of reality gives way to sin i only think of the high you bring the sting of your perfume entering my throat every ounce of you i wish to consume i want to be the cloud on which you float whether a shot, inhale or pill i will seek out this feeling of you i will journey to this high until i lose the power of will i am simply an addict with nothing left to do