The pause while passionate kissing is a painful one Millimetres away from your tongue Feeling your exhale on my lower lip Our tongues meet again Relief
I'm all empty smoke packs while he's chain smoking without offering me a drag
Nothing more than coffins French kiss Ignorance Bliss
I told him I wanted to feel whole again I asked him to set me free Nothing louder than a whisper while he's fast asleep
All I feel is pain No All I feel is nothing
I'm left sitting in my room wondering who discovered attraction Who first felt the need to touch their lips against another's Who fumbled in the dark and discovered the power of naturally produced dopamine
Will I ever escape his grasp? Will I ever feel whole without his lips no more than a millimetre away? I sit and I wonder
This is a sickeness This is an obsession
I've experimented with drugs but I've yet to find a rock that gets me this high nor has such confusingly addictive qualities
Like the day after Molly depression I feel the weight of your absence Although I inhale it often Both your skin and these pills I will never be okay with the loneliness that I feel while away from both drugs and him
I often picture myself at your front door Crying Screaming Begging for more
My last relationship was no more than use and abuse And all I've ever wanted was calm and gentle touch He understands He understands so well Accepts my tears, indecisiveness, loud words and fear of physical contact while sober
I can't do this alone I'm waiting in a line and I'm scared and I'm quiet I'm waiting for the next time you'll decide you're lonely and breath me in I'm waiting to hold your hand in public without fear of past lovers noticing
Six months without talking or eye contact only proves that I'll always ******* wait for you I can't describe my love I want to write it all down But there is not any amount of words in Collins dictionary that could spell out my attraction to you
I know I'm not what you want I know I'm what you need I know you are tired I feel the lack of love when you speak