Chasing the high

Your mind is my drug, your words the needle,
you feed my addiction its wicked and evil,

I lose myself when I hear your voice,
I’m a saint by birth but a sinner by choice,

your lips the syringe pressed to my ears the veins,
your breath on my neck it kills all my pain,

I’m always on edge as my skin quickly crawls,
whenever you’re gone and I’m having withdrawals,

you are my habit, you are my vice,
I can’t get enough. I’ll pay any price,

your thoughts get me high, mainline transcendence,
I feel I’m needing it more, a growing dependence,

I want badly to hold you, and pull you close,
but I resist the urge for fear that I might overdose,

they are quick to convict, quicker to accuse,
they don’t understand why you’re the narcotic I choose,

unaccepted by others the say it’s a mistake,
but you help fill the void with every hit that I take,

when I am with you my soul is at peace,
you help give me strength, you provide a release,

each highs always higher, uncut and pure,
each one hits me harder than the last,
but I can’t get enough, I keep on coming,
and you keep knocking me down on my ass,

I don’t want to lose you, so I try not to abuse you,
but fear I might, so that’s why I pray,
you are my salvation, self-prescribed medication,
you keep me sane and chase the demons away,

I knew once it started you would never condemn me,
After how hard you fought to get to know and befriend me,

you won’t try and hurt me, won’t push or shove me,
my best interests at your heart, you’ll only ever love me.