Medicine

People are my addiction,
So give me hit,
Cuz I won't quit,
Or sit... still...

So I, addicted am.
And disordered, out of order...
Only a quarter of my life
Truthfully true, where trust and traitor
Train the trail that trickles into the tale... the trance...

By chance, maybe happenstance...
A new breed, a hybrid? Will she break me?
But I am already broken...

Unspoken...

Why do I try, to fly,
When all that is left is fall...
And winter, and spring, something else
Something else that is the sum of someone,
Somewhere in this world... summer?...

Take it away! Take it away!
My drug. Take it away.
Unless you are here to stay...
Is there a way, a way to take it away?
Or portray, my feelings...
Communicate my thoughts.

Try it, you'll like it,
But not that one she's mine, my security blanket.
No don't smoke her she has finally found, been found,
So long it has been, I have never found before. Adored.

It feels so right.
Is this what they call, medicine?
Good drug?
The cure?...
The cure to procure the truth?and how can one not be so sure
When she, so pure, must endure...

I am addicted to people.
They are the drug that has healed my life...

Addiction is relative to the amount needed.