Crack

I miss my time with you...
And though dependency is not a good condition,
You're my drug of choice---
My vice to maintain

It didn't use to be that way
You weren't always a welcomed habit
I couldn't seem to quit

Once, you were my rock...
My shoulder to cry on
The cool calm that washed over me
Whenever the heat of anger threatened
To consume my joy

Now, I just wanna feel good...
That warm and fuzzy kinda feeling you
Get when you're "so gone" you can't remember---
And the not remembering or caring about
The unknown seems okay (sorta good)

How bittersweet it is to have you coursing
Through my veins when I can't see you;
As I complain about time spent elsewhere
Yet all I yearn to do is feel good

So I settle...
Settle for little doses of you to maintain
Since I can obviously no longer afford

The real thing...