I miss you more when you’re next to me
than when you’re away.
At first you were a drug,
I was hooked,
but now I only crave you when I take a hit.
And I’m learning that the longer I quit you,
I tend to never miss yah.
I don’t know why but you linger in me, like my leftover perfume on a day old shirt. I don’t know why but I can’t seem to shake you from my heart.