Parasitic Tendencies

You shouldn’t have to be my medicine, but I can’t help that you are.
I can’t trust anything around me until I’m in your arms.
It feels like ‘round each corner lies just another task,
and it seems that the strength to face this challenge’s what I lack,
but I’ve also been lacking love and hope and a few dreams,
because lately it’s just nightmares, there’s nothing here to see.
I’m a rather awful creature, so please don’t come close,
because I’m a fucking parasite and you’re about to be my host.
Your smile makes the blood in my veins change from ice to fire,
for you I would roam through the forest, thorns, and briers,
and never mind the darkness, because you’re at the end, my light,
and never mind your fears, because I swear I’ll make it right.
It might take me some time but please just wait it out,
I’ve been doing enough for the both of us so there’s no need for you to doubt.
some nights I doubt you really love me and I doubt you really care,
I think you only stick around to keep me close here,
because what were to happen if the others were to leave?
What would you ever do without your backup, me?
Of Course I know there’s no others but I can’t help but fright,
because where are you when nobody’s there and I lay awake at night?
“I’m sorry I was busy,” we both know that gets old,
the absence I’ve been feeling has my heart feeling ice cold,
but don’t worry I’ll warm up when I see your face again,
I’ll feel like I’m at the beginning rather than the end,
if you’re my medication than I over use my pills,
every time I’m coming down I find myself with chills,
I lay here clutching your sweater until the shakes are gone,
Some may say I'm addicted but I don’t think it’s wrong.
What’s wrong with being happy? What’s wrong with feeling safe?
Is there really any harm in me finding comfort in your face?