Addicted to Your Morphine

I've been noticing you

for a long, long time,

but I chose this day

to finally speak,

cause for so long

I've prayed and hoped

for you to speak first,

but I could no longer wait

cause there are things,

that I need to

confess off my mind,

and my confession is that,

I've been on your page

lurking for more times than I should,

and I know you would prefer me to speak,

but to be honest,

the only reason I come,

is because your eyes

give me something I need,

and it kills any chances

of speaking,

cause it gets too good,

this whole confession

feels awkward

cause on your page

it shows who viewed

you the most,

so I'm kind of sure

you've already been

noticing me as number one

on your list,

and if you have,

you probably think it's rude

that I don't speak,

but constantly exist,

if you have noticed me

please don't think

I'm a stalker,

or some weirdo,

who's keeping

track of your page,

or that I'm someone

trying to be your man,

and get you engaged,

of course, that would

make sense,

and could easily be true,

but there's a more

legitimate reason

for you I pursue,

you see,

the doctor said I'm sick,

and I'm dying,

and the only hope

is to look at you,

he said my prescription

is to glance at you

at least twice a day,

he said there's

no guarantee I will survive,

but your eyes

will temporarily

relieve the pain away,

he said there's

something about your eyes,

that does magic for

the soul,

he said they're one of

a kind,

hard to find on the globe,

very rare precious gems,

he calls them bright

chemo diamonds,

and says they're only

made for my sickness

and shouldn't be stared at

for too long,

he said two glances

twice a day,

should be enough,

but the problem is,

stopping at two glances,

is just too tough,

so I've been coming back

for more,

over and over again,

for so long now

you've been numbing

my pain my friend,

and it feels good,

so good

that at one point

I even thought

there was hope

that I could live again,

but even though

you make me feel good,

I knew when I was first

prescribed your medicine

my life would inevitably end,

because the beauty of your eyes

makes it too easy

to go beyond

the prescribed glances,

and become entranced in,

and for some time now

I've been entranced in,

I want you to make

me live,

but it's inevitable now

that I'm going to die,

but don't get sad,

and delete all of your

pictures,

and then start to cry,

cause I'm addicted

to your morphine

so this is a happy goodbye