A seventeen minute car ride across town to convince me that you are poison in my veins.

A three minute elevator ride up to the fourth floor, with stops at each level, to persuade me that your bite is venomous.

A thirteen second delay behind my three knocks, before a greedy smile would greet me, to warn me to sprint out of there.

Hell, it's too late.

You could just talk...have a nice conversation...

But you've never really been good at that,

Me either.

Fifty-eight minutes and forty-two seconds was all it took for me to assure myself that with you it was assisted suicide.

But just like heroin, I needed you.

And once I tasted the cigarette you smoked an hour ago,

My rush could not be halted.

Your facial hair was unkempt.

Your rings were dripping off your hands,

It was clear you found a new drug of your own.

Your eyes pierced my skin and saw directly into my soul.

Your hands released tension that I didn't know I had.

You ignited a fire that could not be snuffed out.

Ironic.

You were so clearly vacant... immersed in your own euphoric adventures.

I was your needle,

And you were mine.