Needles of love inject me with the faith they have in drugs.
They want a hit, I just want touches of love.
But I relapse into selfishness.
My heart attacks by succumbing to the illusion that everything is mine.
I’ve loved before but I come back to the stolen emotions that steal time. Didn’t they say that love is blind?
I relapse into the seclusion of broken moments. I allow fear to set in as the high comes in.
I breathe in the world and exhale a sinister grin.
Love is seeping through the cracks of character I sleep in.