You are my Heroin.
I love watching you glow and
burn with the possibility of
how you can make me feel.
I breathed in the cloud of your poison,
and let it fill me up.
I didn't want to let you out,
but I was so lightheaded
that you managed to escape.
Then as you ran out
I stood there dazed
craving more of the cloud nine feeling you
offered.
Instead of getting what I wanted,
I ended up going through withdrawals because
you decided I wasn't intoxicating enough for you.
Now here I am in a quivering body
because no amount of Heroin can compare
to the high I felt when you were around.
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