He was my coat during winter he was the breeze during summer he was my distraction during school. Those day dreams made me look like a fool.
He was the rush of ******* he was the soothing warmth of ****** he was as prideful as the effects of **** and he was as exciting as ecstasy.
Very soon I became addicted dependant. My bones would shrink at his absence I was losing my mind I missed him everyday I would always find excuses to get hold of him oh, the blues soon after his goodbyes my world was so dry.
But one fine day I decided to quit quit the guilt quit the pain quit the emptiness but he keeps coming to me only a while after, I relapsed.
I couldn't resist those soft pleasant lips touching my ice cold neck and slowly progressing onto my cheeks then getting a firm grip of my lips, he rejuvenated me I felt alive his body against mine his hands on my hips his passion I felt safe.
His hands imprinted on every pore of my skin I was a slave to his high he was the best drug in town but he was a drug. A drug which had so much potential to ruin every bit of me before it's too late, I had to leave I was aware of the pain, the tears which I had to undergo After all that, I still very much think about him every day every minute I crave him I hope I hear from him at the same time I hope he disappears into oblivion.
"He's not good for you" say my friends It's just too hard to believe the truth I've used my wrong state of mind as a path to talk to him then just pretend it was all a big mistake. Tonight, he is the only thing I can think about everything revolves around him I love him.