Addiction

What am I supposed to write about if it's not you?  
You're the only thing occupying my mind, it's true.  
Endless scenes play over in my mind and they won't go away.  
I want to run to you and spill all of the things I couldn't say.  
 
The things I was too scared for you to hear.  
The things that were canceled out by fear.  
I want you to know how special you are to me.  
I want to show you, but how do I make you see?  
 
You're broken and I don't know how to put together the pieces.  
I don't have the power you think, the power that you're seeking.  
I wish I did because I'd use it all to make you better.  
I would drain myself even with us not being together.  
 
I'd do anything to get you back to how you were.  
I miss the person that you were many years before.  
Before a sickness settled in and took you away.  
A sickness that enters the body through veins.  
 
Addiction doesn't only effect people who are under the influence.  
I thought I was doing the best thing by just keeping my distance.  
I see now that it was a huge mistake.  
You’re disappearing without a trace.