you are the drugs you sell. intoxicating, habitual, deceptive. but darling, the hangover is unbearable and i am an addict. you are the riddled veins in a limp arm. the glassy eyes of a lost soul. you are the paleness in my dampened skin, manifested in this cerulean hue. the grating teeth, the clenched jaw. you are my lack of eye contact. you are the edge of the cliff, the urge to jump. and above all, you are content. complacent in your role as the antidote, when in reality you are the disease. you give me life and you will bring me death. love, you are the drugs you sell. and in the end, the withdrawal is not worth the high.