in a mere second, the words "i can't live without you" become a simple cliché that diminishes from the tip of his tongue and slips right through his lips
words that you once heard from his intoxicating voice
thinking about the nights when you felt so alone beside him, craving for his touch
he was an addiction, a drug, a dependency, and a virus
you were an addict of love, of something that no longer exists
as you try to crawl your way back to what you can't have
and when its 3 am and your ears are pounding
its his name running through them
but he has music playing in his ears
while the addiction continues to dominate you