You left
me hungry. Not just hungry, starving. You left me for weeks
wondering. Where were you? Why'd you
leave? What did I do? Will you come back? I wanted
you more than air. As long as you were here with me I
didn't have to breathe. I could die as long as you were
in my arms. But you weren't. I'm still
breathing and I wish I wasn't because of you. You and
your crooked smile and your hair oh god, your hair. When you
left all I could think about was the touch of your skin on
mine and how refreshing it would be to touch you again or
the way you would throw your head back when you'd
laugh and how intoxicating your laugh was and all I
wanted to do was to hear your laugh again. But you
left and now you're wandering the streets smiling at all
the pretty girls while you walk under street lights and
I'm here thinking about your freckles and your arms around
me.
You're a drug and I'm hooked.
