you're like a drug
and i can't seem to get a fix.

you keep talking
but all i do is stare.

stare and think about everything;
why don't you love me?

i see that patch of skin
below your ear and on your neck
and it takes everything in me
not to kiss you.

your hands,
they aren't soft
but it's like they're made for me.

you're like a drug
and i can't seem to get a fix.