addiction by Surayah Pierce
I am wholly and utterly addicted to you. The beauty of your soul, to me, is like nicotine to an avid smoker. How could I ever satiate my hunger for you? The lack of your presence causes a ravenous hole to form in the pit of my stomach. Withdrawal sets in, storms destroy my brain and disfigure my heart; nothing soothes this bodily Tempest. Nothing but you. My body, soul, and heart longs for its other half and grieves for its loss of contact. Anything would do to momentarily cease this war raging on within me! A good morning text or goodnight one from you expressing how you wish you could’ve fallen Asleep with me in your arms And woken up to a tangle of our limbs, not knowing where you end and where I begin. A short phone call telling me about your day, your voice dispelling the wanton hunger and want To be near you for just that moment. Only you can whisk away this thick cloud of smoke that congests my lungs and leave me Gasping your name, Only you can cure the cancerous pain that corrodes my heart, For I am addicted to you 75
