You

"I should have never gotten my hopes up as high as I did...
I honestly never should have texted you over and over, knowing it would turn into an everyday, every night thing.
I should have never kissed you that night on the doorstep.
what I lack most is the capability to control my urges,
if I wouldn't have kissed you or texted you, or fell asleep on the phone with you almost every night... maybe, just maybe, I wouldn't be so addicted.
I wouldn't think of you as a drug thats killing me because I need you and can't have you.
I would think on you as a stranger.
someone I would see walking down the sidewalk and I would smile at to be polite.
but no, that's not what this is.
you are more than a stranger.
you are more than a drug to me... or so I thought.
on days like this when I would sit in bed writing, you would interrupt me.
not for something important, no, but for your own needs.
you are a drug.
you are toxic.
"why hadn't I seen this before," is a question I will always ask myself...
because it may not seem like it, but my life is ruined because of a drug named after you."

- k.h.