Like my anti-drug

You could have been my newest addiction, but that's just to cliche

It's like sex
only better
like a hit of cocaine
given to you by what's-his-name
and a back lash of chemicals and day old orange juice

This is where it stops
on a warm bed
between sheets
with whispered words
and hushed up love

Maybe this could have been
better than addiction
but the let down is still too much
and this wound bleeds to severe

Author's Note

Can't you feel the happiness...and by happiness I mean angst, same diff though...sorta.