Intoxicated

Looking at his face
Longing for his warm embrace.
Wanting to feel intoxicated beyond all reality.
Waiting for the day he wants me.

Am I not good enough for his love?
Am I not the one he wanted for so long?
Now we don't even speak
Its like he does not care about me.

Can't he see I love him?
Love or loved? The question.
Once he was my poison
Always bringing me down.
Once he was my drug.
Always a high then a strong painful crash.
No matter where love took us
He always left me,
Completely and totally intoxicated.