The Hardest Prison to Escape is your Mind

It's you

If I'd smoke it'd be with you. I'd want to be in the clouds with you, soaring across the beautiful sea with the wind in our faces, the sky surrounding us. If I'd drink it'd be with you. I'd want to feel a different type of burn then when I think about my past, I'd want to dance carelessly with you, hold you tight against my body and whisper sweet nothings in your ear. If I'd fuck it'd be with you, although it wouldn't be fucking. I'd want to make love with you. Feel your soft skin with mine, our lips in sync as we kiss, the sweet purrs and moans and groans that come out of that neck that I've left marks on. I'd want to love you, till our breaths became irregular together as we both clung onto each other so tight our nails dug into one another's. If I'd fight it'd be with you. I'd want to scream at the top of my lungs that my love out beats yours, proclaim to every heaven and hell that someone believes in. I'd shout, thrash my limbs, and cry till I had no more fight. In the end we'd both be tired holding each other saying I'm sorry and I love you's. If I'd be in pain it'd be with you. I'd want to have my heart clench making my chest so tight I think I'm about to die when I see you standing there, my body burning for air as I hold my breath clenching you tightly against me, where my lips bleed once you bit my lip to pull me back into our kiss, and when I'd cut the inside of my cheek in anticipation when I'd say I love you each time not knowing if you'd say it back. Out of all my addictions I call you to be the most addictive, the most deadly, no amount of smoking, alcohol, sex, fights, or pain could make me die then each time I'm with you. You always have me at a loss making me an addict craving you for more. A greedy pig wanting the food all to itself. Happily I'd be the greedy addict pig waiting for its next hyped meal.