Hello my name is . . .
And I'm an addict.
It started out casually,
just a drink of this idea,
a future with you.
I could see our path unfolding but
I didn't know the way, the why, the when, or
The years pass through me;
I drink more and more of this idea,
this addiction of mine to our future.
It grows into a gnawing desperation,
biting on my heart,
only leaving the scars on the inside.
But still this addiction grows stronger.
The dream of a future slides easily
down my throat
as I try to fill my sould with
the essence of this hope.
Drinking into submission,
I think I'm getting closer to you,
you mysterious person,
I fill my mind with you,
but never does my body accomplish this
because I know you will never come,
so I just keep drinking my dream forever.