Drugs

My drug of choice had always been you. I crave your presence like the needle and when you spoke my name on your soft lips, I'd almost forgotten to breathe. Unlike the other drugs I'd been exposed to, this provided a rush. One so strong that no matter the hour of the night, I'd never forget you. You were always on my mind. My problem is that you're no longer my addiction, you're happy being someone else's. You let them become addicted now and I don't blame them, to me you're perfect. It's hardest to remind myself it's better I stayed sober but everytime I see you around or in the memories my mind replays, I am reminded. Not everything has to be touch in order to be felt and there had been no such thing as a drug as addictive as you.

Andrew KrigsmanComment