I crave human contact,
Like a ****** craves their next fix.
Wondering when I'll be able to get it.
Obsessing over how it made me feel the first time.
Forever chasing that high.
Disappointment filling me,
Knowing that, that is all I'll ever be doing,
Forever chasing.
My body starts to shake,
As I go into withdrawal.
Feels like I'm dying.
Over and over and over again.
Going numb all over.
Ba-bump, ba-bump
Then,
Nothing. Silence.
My heart stops.
Just like the peace
Before the storm.
So soft, so quiet.
Right before I step into the light,
I'm injected with it.
Bringing me back, and
Taking me up.
Pass that first high.
Until I'm experiencing something
That for once has left me speechless.
Love.
This is,
Love.