addiction

the chills never saw the summer heat
not that we would ever meet

I'm a little sick inside
and don't even know what to say

it's my participle was dangling
all over your jagged verse
I liked you
the way you cursed
when you came

I'll never be the same
worse, better
apart, together
spreading chapters in unheld inhibition
and every conceivable position

I crave for you

my drug
my drug

it's better
cause I'm a little sick inside