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Man…I feel like I’m on a never ending high.

Like my first taste when I inhaled and exhaled it, not realizing even when I tried.

All it took was one pull and I was addicted.

Like an old habit, this new one is too good to get rid…I just don’t want to kick it.

Caught contact when the sweet aroma entered my nostrils…before my lips hugged it, lungs coughed it, and heart rapidly began to beat.

That was then…now it much worst.

Palms get sweaty at the thought and sight;

Lips get dry, throat gets parched, and things get light.

I need it everyday to calm my nerves and keep me sane;

Zone me out of everyday…swerve me off my one-track lane.

But it still gets worst…

I need it more than once a day;

When I wake up…before I eat and at the end of the day.

Told you I was hooked.

Curiosity got the best of me…I should have turned my back, but I instead I looked.

Its going to be my downfall…I’m burning money for a couple of minutes;

Limits…on something, that now defines what I am.

Who thought love could alter your mind and bring you on an all time high?

 

Arch1tekt™