he loved drugs so much             he              into
                                          that           turned        one.
my precious little pill
      filled with all these chemicals
    that swim in my mind
  and give me something to be happy about

...

                  but he's stuck in my bloodstream
                                                        and I can't get rid of him
         no matter how many times you tell me
                               he's just no good for me

i guess that makes me the addict then,
endlessly wanting more of his heavy breathing and fruitful mind

i'm hooked
and being away
from his comforting hold is bittersweet