When I was Addicted to Her

It wasn’t just addiction It was overwhelming, A sweet slavery of the soul. You couldn’t tell where emotion ended And feeling began. I used to sip her thoughts Like wine I’d grown used to, All in the name of love Before they turned into memories. Like a student, I was bound To a routine, A timetable of affection. Calls had to be made, Texts had to be sent, And worst of all She had to be involved in everything, Whether static or dynamic. Now, I sit alone, Still addicted to her thoughts, Still drunk on what used to be. All in the name of my ex. So tell me… When will I ever be free?