nicotine
on my lips
black caffeine
i need my fix
a kind of feeling that
clouds my thoughts
keep looking
at my phone

your body
against my own
coursing through
my own bones
a kind of need that
clouds my thoughts
can’t stop looking
at my phone

poison
to my life
i need you
in my life
just stay out
of my life
remember when
you were my life
now you’re just
a cold knife

intoxicated
slur my words
living under the influence
nauseous withdrawal
i’ll get out
of this haze that
clouds my thoughts
but i won’t look
at my phone

a new you
led me through
she’s different
but still true
not healed
but healing
the skies are clear
because now it’s her name
on my phone