I swear he acts like drugs
Filling my system
I get one whiff of his scent and i'm hooked
I feel his fingertips brush against my skin and just like that i'm high
He takes the very dark parts of me and lights them up
A mix of uppers and downers because
I love him to death but
Some days I could choke the life out of him
I think that
In his presence i'm blessed
I would do anything to get another hit of
Whatever he has in his eyes
In his smile
Something so intoxicating
So vibrant and wild
I feel like a ****** when I can't hear his voice
Searching for that one little piece of me that gets me 10 times higher than all drugs mixed together
If he was a bad habit
I wouldn't kick it
If he was poison
I'd probably still drink it
Happily
Just to get a taste
Just to be strung out