Strung Out On You
my personal anesthetic
I hurt when you are away
I am flying when I am near you
It isn't fair to give you that power
yet I willing offer it once you look into my eyes
you never asked for it
yet you don't relinquish it
you gently manipulate my heart to your whim
you dream it and I do it
I let you control my desire and end it
I am helpless
I am free.
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