I still taste you,

thus reserves my right to hate you:

When I don't speak to you I honestly feel like a drug addict. I feel like I'm feining for you, to speak to you. I have withdrawls and I can't think about anything else, or focus on anything else.


But then there's that instant when I do speak to you, when we're talking and it feels like a needle being stuck into my arm, soothing all my pain. I'm back to feeling the high that you give me. Everything feels right and my mood is instantly better. I can function,

You are my fix..
but God damn, I wish you weren't.


on another note:
As soon as everything felt right, things felt like they were falling into place, there's always something that blows up in my face. The way I choose to live is not 'right' according to you thus, we constantly bump heads. And I say bump heads, because it sounds better than what really happens. I constantly have to change myself to live to your standards, which, to be honest, is understandable but what about you? You stay the same, and I'm always molding myself for you.

I won't say much more.
We will live in complete silence, because I can barely say that I even love you anymore.