Things ill Never Tell

Addiction

I am addicted to the sent of

desperation, salty and earthy like the smell

of expected rain in the countryside.

I am addicted to the sound of

rejection, absence makes the heart grow fonder

but when I don't get what I want, It calls me.

I am addicted to the sensation of being

touched, I do not care if it's wrong or if it

hurts, just as long as I have it.

I am addicted to the sight of

you, more defined that a finely cut diamond,

your present ocean eyes make my earth move.

I am addicted to the taste of

utter fear and heartbreak in the form of your lips,

tasting like cigarettes and something so great I cannot comprehend.

I am an addict.

You were my future and I was your temporary solution to your loneliness.