every night
there you are in my dreams
constantly showing yourself behind hooded eyelids.
that is the only time you think of me
or so it seems.
i’m not sure what to believe,
if you really think about me
or not...
still, i miss your presence
you were a shot
my personal brand
of heroine
i am an addict,
i feen for you
but you have abandoned
me
and now the only reminder
i have of you
are these
withdrawals.

-d.berry