He told me that I am
Like drugs
He meant it in a Beautiful
Way
Because he "Loves drugs"
But I know what drugs are
I know how they work
The first hit is great, kisses
Your lips with a smirk
I know what drugs are
I know what they do
The second time around
You've gotta wait for it to hit you
"What kind of drug am I?"
I would ask him, run my
Fingers through his hair
I know he would say
"I don't know"
But the truth is
He wouldn't care.