You are a vital medicine to me, A forever addicting drug on my brain. You are wholesome, You are psychotic, Everything I donβt but do need.
A reflex is what I call you, An immediate, involuntary response, In any situation although Not always wanted, But appreciated yet hated in hindsight.
I often wonder, In sleep deprived daydream, If I supply an isolated but overwhelming Suffocation in your changing mind, Like you have so rudely overtaken mine.
Forget, forget, words of a man tortured by pain, But you linger, A lonely *****, begging for time, Yet when you receive it, you only push Your desires away.
You pushed me away and I canβt return, But a memory is imprinted in the folds of my life.