you = drug (to me)
Posted on August 14, 2012
You are a drug to me.
I feel exponentially better when I’m with you, looking at you, talking to you, feeling you near me.
My troubles (and there are many) don’t seem so great and I think, no, I know, that all will somehow be OK. When we’re together I’m in a better pace, closer to my ideal. But I need your voice, your eyes, your laugh, your smile, and your touch to get me there. Like, well, a drug.
When we’re not together, I feel worse than when I didn’t know your particular brand of drug. My troubles are heavier,more dark. Our texting and phone calls just string me out, leave me feeling incrementally better – but it’s nowhere near the same rush as seeing you, touching you, watching you, being with you.
you = drug. And you are not to be taken lightly, or with food. And I promise never to operate any sort of machinery (let alone heavy machinery) when I’m on you.