I love him like a wound,
Like a pain in my head
That makes me see stars,
That makes me hope for better days.
I love him like a disease
That I don't want my body to throw away,
Like spots on my face which mark me.
I love him like I love the dark
And yet fear it at the same time,
For it swallows me whole each night.
I love him like a nightmare and a daydream,
Those I can't wake up from and confuse me,
Scare me, scar me, become my tragedy -
Because he is my addiction
Who comes in a bottle with a cigarette in hand,
Who wakes up like time is of no matter,
Who doesn't realize that my each stolen second with him is
Precious.
