June 14, 2012
By Anonymous

He's worse than drugs.
He's worse than my phone.
Can't go a day without his hugs.
No matter how hard I try.

Addiction is what he's called.
Like night needs stars.
I need him like a child needs a ball.
Like day needs sun.

He's my own strange substance.
Longing for his touch,
Begging for abundance.
Needing his presence for one night.

Safe him with my love,
Up above.

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