I can tell you about addicion.
It comes in many forms.
It creeps in the night,
steals all of your might.
It is futile to fight,
it grabs you by the eye sight.
It's the kind of pills
that gives you all those good feels.
It's the soothing dew
on a glass that holds ghosts of two.
It's the image in the mirror,
the one you can't go any nearer.
It's the daydreams of the past
you can never let go of,
the present that never lasts,
the future that never comes fast.
The way a whisper can make you melt,
and the hands you never knew you'd be able to have felt.
It's the reds you still find chasing
in the guys that only fake it.
It's the curly hair and big eyes,
the ones you still see when you cry.
It's the one you long to know,
wondering when he will finally show.
The dark abyss,
the time travel into infinite.
It's the way you somehow
build people up when everyday
another couple hundred of the
billion stars inside of you
burn out.
And you wonder,
would anyone ever notice when
the last one burns out?