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.
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 9:30 AM UTC
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.
