addiction. . .

[h e r] kisses are my kryptonite. she's like this drug habit i can't kick after my numerous stints in rehab. i'm addicted in the worst way. even in her absence i fiend for her taste. see images of her face everytime i look in the mirror. she's standing next to me. symbolically. because that's where she's supposed to be in my life. this unconscious mind of mine keeps thoughts of her running even when i convince myself that our time, has run out. hidden addiction, not even she knows how deep it is. and get this, when i'm running on E with a high sex drive her face is who i picture, jizz.. she takes me there. images of our legs tangled in sheets, kissing each other til we fall asleep, waking up to the sound of her breathe all makes my life complete, but nowadays i only experience that in my dreams.. when i sleep that is. withdrawals, trying too purge my system has only caused an illness. only thing that'll make it right is her kiss, her touch, her eyes, and her love.. i get my strength from her smile and don't know how long i can go without. See this sobriety is only temporary, or at least that's what my mind is telling me. a relapse is inevitable, all i need is one hit of her excstacy, and i'm high for days.. even weeks. and when the shit wears off i dont desire anyone else's company.. just hers. and lately, she's been missing and i can't rid myself of this feeling.. that i need her. no longer a want or desire but a neccessity. and i wont stop until i can hit that everyday until there's nothin left of me. addict, crackhead, dopefiend.. all words that describe me . but you can say what you want because she fits perfect into my receptors like dopamine. she's dope i mean, every way, shape, and form.. and until i get it back life as i know it will never be considered as a part of the norm.