Monday, Feb. 11, 2008 / 12:36 a.m.
Drug of Choice

Last time we talked
You called me a junkie
Said you felt sorry for me
Said you felt pity for me

I thought you were wrong at the time
But then I thought about it
The time I smelled your robe in your bathroom
Dying to just get a whiff of you

How excited I used to get when you would call
How I loved the sound of your voice, your accent.
How my day was never complete unless I heard from you
And how when I didn't hear from you I'd freak.

I remember the nights I fell asleep in your arms
After convincing you to cuddle me
And how I felt so safe and warm
And how I didn't want that feeling to end

So many times my thoughts turned to you
Even when we were at war with each other
Still I dreamed of the happily ever after
That I wanted us to have

You were wrong about everything
About how I was unable to change
About how I was not "girlfriend material"
About how I should live my life

But you were right about one thing
I was a junkie
The only thing you didn't know was
My drug of choice was you