Hugs Not Drugs

You know how people will joke around and say "Hugs, not drugs" ?

Well, to be honest, that doesn't work for me. Because you see, your hugs are my drugs.

I'm addicted to your hugs.

The feeling I get when you hug me is a better feeling than any I've ever known. I suppose it's like getting high off of something. But the thing is, I don't need anything but your hugs to give me that state of delusional happiness, the sensation of floating and walking on clouds.

When you hug me, I don't think about anything else.

When you hug me, I lose myself.

When you hug me, I want it to last forever. I want more.

When you hug me, I feel like I'm soaring high above the clouds.

When you hug me, I find myself in my own happy place.

When you hug me, I lose all sense of time.

When you hug me, I relax and I just want to melt into you.

When you hug me, I'm happy.

When you hug me, I don't need to think about anything but us.

But you see, the problem is, now that you're gone, I can't have your hugs.

I can't be happy.

I can't relax.

I can't think about anything but what we could have been.

I can't think about anything but the blood that covered your body.

I can't think about anything but the emptiness of your eyes as you lay in that casket.

And every night I dream of your hugs. I dream of you. I dream of us.

But I wake up to bitter reality.

Hugs, not drugs they say. They joke. I never laugh.

You're gone, and I've been deprived of my hugs, my drugs.

You're gone.


A/N: So this idea popped into my head and I literally wrote it in like 10 minutes. I know it went from cute to dark with this kind of sick irony, it's different from what I usually write...but tell me what you think!