"Our love is the drug you need rehab from."
But no matter how long I'm kept locked away from him- draining the remnants of his essence from me, and
hopelessly
trying to replace it with anything,
oh god, anything, everything else-
the minute I step out the very air that I breathe will be him again. Every breath that I take after will replenish me.
As if he doesn't know he's woven along
my lungs and he is the blood that flows through my veins.
As if he doesn't know the
scars
he's left on me.