Addicted to You

Emotions, wilted like the leaves.

All dried up, or so it seems.

Fading with the warmth of the day,

dead inside I begin to decay.

Lying helpless on the cold, damp floor.

The sinking feeling growing evermore.

The door opens and I begin to move.

Subtlety is a concept we never knew.

“Pull out my hair.

Claw off my skin.

Cut off my air.

Kill me from the outside in.”

Acknowledging my words,

he doesn’t make a sound.

Instead, he crosses the room

and kneels to the ground

Grabbing my arm,

he forces me to stand,

pinning me to the wall

with the touch of his hand.

His fingers graze my cheek,

sending chills down my spine.

Making their way to my chin,

tracing my jawline.

Down to my neck,

where they remain,

tightening their grip,

causing my breaths to strain.

Gripping his arm with my free hand,

the room begins to sway.

But I don’t try to fight it.

It’s better this way.

Seconds feel like minutes.

Minutes feel like days.

Consciousness fading fast.

Mentality starting to fray.

Moments before oblivion

his lips crash into mine,

Reviving my senses

for one last time.

We remain entangled,

for who knows how long.

My breathing nonexistent,

his shallow, yet strong.

Clinging to mortality,

my body grows frail.

The taste of him on my lips.

The color of his skin so pale.

As life and death begins to blur

he releases me from his grasp,

and like the blink of an eye,

he was gone so fast.

I slide to the floor,

the weight of him still there,

suffocating me all over again,

yet somehow, I don’t care.

I can’t escape,

but why would I try?

Cocaine in human form,

he gets me so high.