Stringed Addictions

Always a string threaded  through my memory  can't go a day without  thoughts of you tugging me. My fringes have to be bad picking and pulling  healing prolonged  Can't seem to undress you It's obvious I don't want to I enjoy wearing thoughts of you Clothed in your naked truth Wearing you like an alcoholic  does eighty proof whiskey I have a problem, I'll admit  when it comes to you sobriety happens daily addicted to thoughts of you, from your heightened truth down to your hair follicles. One hundred proof I'll be in therapy soon.