You...are my drug
Not in a good sense
You get me high, higher than the sky but it's
the crash, the crash that I
remember.

I see you and it's like you're
injected into my blood.
And at first I don't feel anything
But then....

Then comes the dialation
Perspiration
Quickening of the heart
There's a quiet thudding in my ears
and I can't quite concentrate

It feels so great to be around you
but when we separate
I crash.

I hate myself for wanting you
The eyes contract to normal
And the cold sweat dries

The pounding in my ears
goes quiet
and I'm left with my thoughts,
Thoughts of loathing.
I hate how you make me
Happy.
I hate your side effects,
you ****** drug,
And
I
Hate
You