Thoughts of a depressed in love teenager

After sex

"You say I look high

After I lay back, tired and out of breath

From fucking you senseless.

But you don't know how close to the truth you are.

Because the passion we create

Is a better high than any substance I've ever swallowed, snorted or smoked.

I feel more euphoric with you,

Than with pills.

More at home with you,

Than with alcohol.

And more at peace with the world,

Than with Mary Jane.

I never knew what addiction felt like

Until I tasted your lips.

I've never felt a high

Quite like you."

-After thoughts.

Omg what's wrong with me