Addicted
I'd say it's an obsession, like needing air to breathe though it's natural.
Without it I'd suffocate, with it I'd survive.
You became my obsession.
I'm struggling to breathe. Struggling to erase your face.
My memories are flooding back. The ones that gave me nightmares and kept me awake at night.
I thought it was gone for good, but it was just warm ups.
I want to become deaf from your voice. Blind when I see your photo. I don't want you to become apart of me anymore. But I can't, because I'm addicted.
You're like my drug. I need to take you and some over doses. Because if I don't I'd fall apart.
I'd feel like I lost everything even though I had everything before.
Why didn't you detach me? Why did you make me fall so hard. To the point where everything reminds me of you.
I still hope you would say yes to being obsessed, I want you to be obsessed with me like I am to you. But I know it's never going to happen.
You're like my oxygen, but I'm your carbon.
