Addicted
I am addict, I need my fix. You gave it to me when I was in a very dark place. It helped me see the world again. It helped me find myself again. It felt good, great I dare to say even awesome. The happiness was more vibrant and near than I could ever have imagined. Then in one heart beat you took it away. The thing which I didn't know I wanted or needed. I stared wanting it more, craving it. Desperation started showing, which is not a pretty colour on me. You moved the fix even further away so it was out of reach. Then all of a sudden you let me smell it, you talked about it, how great it was and if I just played my cards right you would let me have it. One second later it was gone. You were gone. I crashed. Since then the addiction has gotten less, though on weak moments it's right there again and worse than before. I am slowly standing up again without it. I have no choice, I just have to. The desperation is gone, but in some lights you can still see shades of it running across my face.
