I'm at that point where I'm lost in the chemicals.
The tabs to different pages in my head are transparent,  you always show through.
  I feel the weight of it in my lungs.
  It's burn like straight shots in my stomach.  There is no chaser for the taste of you,  and my lips still tingle.
With teeth clenched I avoid melting while you are not here to dissolve into. Although I'm starting to believe that's all I really want to do anymore.
I'm not sure how you managed to burrow so quickly, quietly,  deeply into my head.  I'm not even sure I mind..