You have become my addiction. I’m addicted to your touch, your sound, your taste, your essence, your everything. Well, almost your everything. I’m addicted to the point that I yearn for you. I ache inside at the thought of knowing I cannot see you, hear you or touch you daily. It’s not supposed to be this way.
You have become my drug of choice and I want to overdose on you. I pick up the phone and I want to text or call but I cannot because if I do I will never break this addiction. You’ve become my bad habit. I need your touch. It’s electricity to me. It rejuvenates me and makes me feel like I am everything I need to be. Just like a drug you take me to places beyond myself. I feel like I am floating on a cloud when you are near.
You have become the light to my darkness, the sun to my rainy day. You have created a chemical imbalance in my body that has lasted longer that I had ever expected. I only wanted a hit a little sample to satisfy my curiosity. I was not ready for what would follow. Now I’m in a feeding frenzy. I want more and more and more. I feel it in the pits of my stomach totally consuming me mind body and spirit. I tell myself I want it to stop but I love the feeling it brings. So, I’m lying to myself.
You ignite feelings and emotions I have not felt in a long time and some I have never felt before. Stop, don’t stop. I will, I won’t. I can’t , I can. I’m so confused. Ecstasy, passion, fire, desire, love, hate, dread, longing all these plus more are incited simultaneously. I’m in control, I got this. That’s what I keep telling myself but who am I kidding.