For Him: February Poem by Abigail Hauschild

Every glimpse of you furthers my addiction. I try to convince myself that if you gave me just one smile, it would be enough. It never is. Every miniscule interaction deepens my craving. It's been a month since I last cried over you but the ache hasn't lessoned. I'm an addict using just enough to keep me from withdrawal. I've tried to fill the hole in my soul with something... anything... anyone else, but they never give me the high that you can just by breathing. No matter how much attention they give me, I'll always be craving yours. No matter how busy I get I'd still drop everything for you. No matter how good they feel against my skin I'll still be remembering yours under my hands. I tried to get you out of my bloodstream but my sleep betrays me. I dream about an alternate world where we did everything right and our souls fit together like puzzle pieces. How can I get clean when every time I close my eyes I'm forced to take another hit. Either by overdose or withdrawal, you will be the death of me.