Her Love Is Like Heroin

Her Love is like heroin. I know I should not have tried. But when I was around her I swear I could fly. I had felt things I have never felt before. But that high has long sense left  out the door. I can’t function right. I’m so depressed now, My blood itches. I have already gave my self some stitches. Trying to forget this poison that clouds my mind. Maybe then I could  read what is between the lines. But what if I read something from her like. . . “I never Loved You.” Then what would I do? Could I convince her to be a close friend? Or would she cut me off. And then I go insane. I really do hate her in a way. I thought abstinence from a drug Clears the addiction. I stopped speaking to her doesn’t that put me on top. Well I’m still addicted, With sleepless nights of sorrow. Uncontrollable aches. I’m sweating now when does this fever break? Who knows how to break this tie. It simply has to be love, every addiction line I’ve already tried. Nothing here seems to match up. And this is all suppose  to come with a fucking break up!? What would it take. . . To have her have the addiction that makes me ache! If I was built like a tank? Or had more money then Bill Gates? I want her to know. . . I would give her my world If she would only let me step inside Hers. This is to my Addiction Sharee. Written April 4th, 2002 © on Apr 03 2002 07:56 PM PST   0 • 1