you are a drug.

you are the deadly substance i can’t get enough of. 

why are you doing this to me? perhaps the better question is why am i doing this? i am doing this to myself, and i know it. i wish i knew why i did it.

i want to quit. i want to quit you.

but i can’t. you always keep me coming back for more. i lie here and i let the feeling wash over me. you are the deadly substance i inhale. you are the calm that fills my thoughts.

why can’t i resist you? what is it that is making me do this?

again, i wish i knew.