You are my drug. You are my anti-drug. You are better than drugs. You completely intoxicate me. You poison me. You’re infatuating. I can’t stop thinking about you. I think I am obsessed with you. No, I know I am. Nothing else fills my mind but you. I swear I go through withdrawal symptoms when you are not here. My body aches to feel you close to me. My eyes constantly scan where I am for you. My ears strain to hear your voice. How can I possibly survive without you here? You are bad for me. So very, very bad. Yet I keep running back for more. I want nothing more from life than for you to spend the entire time with me. Could it be destiny I see? I don’t know. I just know that I have never felt this way before. Just the thought of you spreads through my body like a fever. I’m sick with you. So why is it that it seems I can never sate this thirst? I drink you in and I am left dry and begging for more. I feel like I am going crazy. I can’t sleep at night. I can’t concentrate on anything. I can’t even sit still. What have you done to me? You have bewitched me. I yearn for you night and day, and yet I am never satisfied. This feeling frustrates me to the point of tears. Will I ever be fully satisfied? Will I ever be able to get over you? I don’t believe so. I have become an addict. Once an addict, always an addict. No matter what treatment, or how long I go without you; I will forever be a slave to you.
June 13, 2009