My addiction

You see me through the static that covers reality like make up. So I must ask did you feel your heart skip when I left. I loved you so and I miss you much the past is the past, ether way you would never take a dead cacus back. I seen the roads bend lights trail and curve, there I stand above it all looking down at a dying culture, but I have not seen beauty quite like yours. If love does not exist then were`s my pay check? I would like to know why I felt ecstasy from your arms, your lips, your voice because now I'm sceptical of love.


You lie on your back looking on towards the textured ceiling poorly painted by your mother, as I find myself lost among the intoxicating assorted chemicals that that line them self single file. It makes me remember the intoxicating sobriety I would achieve with your presence. Your eyes glow within me, your impression is embedded in my dreams, your speech tide to my thoughts. I love to hold you high, when I am the one to fall it makes my lonesome heighten, but at least I can say I still hold the theory of love above your head. Ill love you always even after your pain staking actions you proceeded with.

There is a mission burning within me every day I wake I wish to achieve but, I have to much pride to speak or move a finger about it. I will go my separate way having your name haunt me with the thought of what if.