sometimes ill think of you,
when my mind is burning
and my skin cant stop jumping.
the way your voice sunk in my chest,
the pads of your fingers, razored and smooth,
to put it simply, i was addicted to you.
how you made me feel, long, want, need,
listening to the sound of your voice
became the only way to fall asleep,
a lust and something too innocent in my blood,
my dependency was bodily obsession.
i love you, loved, could have...
i dont know.

oh, how the table has turned, but
please dont think you caused this.
you were just a stage in my life, and i
was in caught in the midst of slowly draining,
and longed, wanted, needed something stronger.

baby, this isnt a stage.