Trigger*** I talk about drugs in a symbolic manner on this post!
You my love, are my drug. But you aren’t here anymore. You left with me in the depths of my own demons.
The feeling of losing control and not knowing what to do. The cold sweats and sleepless nights. The side of the bed you’re supposed to be occupying. The constant panic of needing you next to me. It wasn’t until you drifted to the next one that I understood the addiction you caused in me.
I relied on you and depended on you. What makes me any different than those that are labeled junkies? Now that I can’t fill myself with your attention and physical presence, I feel myself falling apart. The constant feeling you’re falling in a dream, only I won’t wake up. A never ending nightmare.
-water.
fire or water 