Addicted Love

Addicted,she strove for sobriety. Afflicted,she cried Eyes swollen,body itching For another dose yet. So I ask,me as a substance Hey, is it me? Is it you? Or is it us? At me,she looked Akin, I love you Leave her,come to me I have, yet you don't feel like I'm here with you So,you see, I'm not him you seek I'm a mirage you're waiting to grab I will never be real No matter how fast you drive before I vanish Your meal, I've garnished Yet, always will. But your spoon leads to your heart Not your mouth That's why it bleeds Redirect your thought,love I'm a friend, I can only be loved Not coveted