an ode to the loveless, these are for you.

ecstacy

i cling onto things, or people, or places.
maybe it's for security or assurance,
maybe it's because i've never had something stable so i cling to what's familiar.
maybe that's why i cling to you,
your comfort, touch, presence, it's always enough.
it's enough to make me feel calm, enlightened, enraged.
the most extreme of every emotion, i don't get excited to see you, i get
ecstatic.
you're my ecstasy, my drug, my escape.
lord i'm addicted to you.
but i'm nothing but a placebo to you,
i don't bring you any sort of high.
i wish we could both be in the clouds and i could confess everything and once we come down we both forget each word that slipped from my mouth,
even if we never really forgot at all.