like all addicts
i stutter and stammer
and in my stuttered, stammered speech
i insist i don’t need you

like all addicts
i smile, i pretend
i laugh, i pretend
i live, i pretend
and i insist i don’t know you

like all addicts
i sit and stare
at the walls,
at the horizon
and then i crave
till i cave in
and i insist i don’t care .. about you

like all addicts
i say, no, never
i don’t need you
but i know that i am lying
i say, i know it’s killing me
that i won’t even think about you, ever
and i know that i am lying

i tell everyone
everyone who does love me
that i’ve had enough of this strife
but the truth is
i’ll never give it up
i don’t think i can
give you up
you are the cocaine of my life …

this is really good!

thanks muk .. :)

I’m no addict and neither do I
stutter, stammer, or pretend but I
confess I need you, want you, I
crave you with a passion that I
didn’t know existed in me, I
am a slave to it, sometimes I
am aware of its dim existence when I
spot the fullness of the moon as I
see the nearing of the New Moon and at others, when I
look at my own nude body in the mirror I
begin to think of how what you’ll do to it when I
am with you–where the dimness ends I
know not just like I
know not where the craving begins–
If this be addiction so be it.