Addiction I

Big huge thanks to ~dkittystockage for the wonderful image!

Stop the pounding.
the pounding.
The counting in my head.
I said I wanted to go to
bed alone - on the phone
you heard me.
Yet you still burned me
with that glass pipe
you seem to like
so much.
Your crutch.
That rarely allows you
to feel very much.
- slowly -
You own me yet it
steals everything real -
surreal the way
you breath so close to me.
asking me -
- teasing me.
It's your eyes I cannot read.
handling my heart so...
carelessly.
I don't know what you need.
I cannot see
smoke screen.
Impurities in the air
have ruined me~