For 2 weeks I smoked the black tar of your love.
You became my opiate.
My drug of choice.
The heroin for my heart.
I inhaled & breathed it in deeply.
The drug of you overtaking me.
I injected you in my veins.
And instantly you took away the pain.
Addicted to your words.
Your manic artist rambling.
Your perfect reply’s.
Waking up looking to score.
Laying down at night wanting more.
I’m so high on you baby.
Don’t even remember what I felt like before.
I scratch & itch, my nerve endings tingle.
You make me feel warm down to the core.
Then you disappeared completely.
No dealer to call, no wrong side of the tracks to wander looking for a fix.
No money to beg for or sell myself for, no amount of turning tricks.
Will bring your lovely drug back into my bloodstream.
So I detox. I shiver, shake & scream.
I cry & plead.
I’m sick, guts twisting, please come back & give me what I need.