I never quite understood
those who see others as their drug;
the ones who compare the fatal attraction of cocaine
to the deep brown eyes of that one special person
or the high of marijuana
to being in their presence.
At least, I didn’t, that is,
until you offered me a bit of you.
I didn’t realize it at first,
but I was hooked on the very first try.
You filled my lungs like nicotine
and my veins like heroin.
You distorted my senses like alcohol
and burned just as much going down.
I craved you every second,
itched my skin raw until I could have you again,
even if only for one quick drag.
But now you’re gone.
You left me helpless and addicted,
so addicted.
I’ve tried and tried and tried
to feed it in other ways, but, damn it,
there is just no comparing your high
to that of others.
