Love Drug

I did it. I had the drug.
I took the needle 
& injected the mind altering, heart racing opiate.
I'm as high as the clouds,
floating above the world,
looking down at the very spec of existence.

The effects are reversed from the normality.
My vision has never been so clear
& the trees have never been this green.
Your skin has never felt so soft
& your eyes seem too perfectly brown.

Happiness has never felt so available.

I'm shaking but not in a sick way.
My arms & knees tremble at the look you give.
I can feel the grip of life on my heart.
It squeezes the past out 
& absorbs the beauty of this narcotic.

This is a new batch.
One I've never experienced before.
& I'm deathly addicted.

This fixation is controlling my life
but most of all my heart.
I focus too much on my breathing;
I can hear every single breath that enters my body
& leaves my soul.

One would believe I will need rehabilitation.
But to release me of this uncontrollable sensation & engrossment
would neither save me nor return me to my natural state.
It would only kill me to a death that contains no after life.


His love is my drug
& my addiction is a dream come true.