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Love is a Drug


You extracted all the good from your heart, and injected yourself into my veins. As your love flowed through me I was overcame with a surge of euphoria, a rush so powerful it left my palms sweaty and my mouth dry. I was alive and aware of everything, it was simply put, beautiful. Yet like all good things it was short lived, but it was far too late to stop, I had become so accustomed to your presence. My mind was already hooked on you, it was safe to say I was addicted. All my thoughts soon became clouded with images of you. I couldn’t escape it. As hard as I tried to get on with life, you were all I thought about. Not being able to have you left me with an unbearable emptiness, I fell numb to the world around me. Nonetheless over time, challenging as it was, I learned to live without you. I got over my dependence. Despite my recovery, I'll always carry the long term effects you dealt me with. I'll always fear the hand of rejection and the cold,sadness I felt when you were gone. But a secret I will always keep, life was always much better, when you were surging through my body.
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