"YOU ARE IN MY VEINS, YOU FUCK" i wrote that on your arm once. you’re in my veins. i made it sound romantic, i made it seem like that’s where i wanted you to be. you smiled but didn’t give it much attention. you never give me too much attention, cause, well, that would obviously get in the way of all the attention you give yourself. you say it all the time that you are nothing but rubbish and i guess at this point i should agree with you. but you are not just rubbish. you are worse than that. you are that blob of heroin running in my fucking veins, sliding mixed with my thick blood, orgasmly burning in my arm. the second you left the needle, you brought with you this new universe. you are in my veins. and you took away all the sorrow. you are in my veins. i am not broken anymore. no one else lives. it’s just me and you. and you are delicious. you are nothing like what i was looking for and yet now i want nothing different. you make me forget. you are in veins. but now you are wearing off. you are getting distant. you are in my veins. but i’m not that comfortable anymore. you are not lasting forever the way you said you would. you are in veins. but the time is ticking again. there’s pain in my chest. i need more. but i can’t find you anywhere. you are in my veins. and i can’t live without more of you. i can’t get out of bed. you made me an addict but you keep running out. i try everything and nothing will do. so i’ll just stay here, laying in my bed with all my pain that got a hundred times worse than the pain i had before you showed up. i wait. a tiny hit will do i promise. then never again. just a bit more please. you are in my veins, you fuck. but i can’t feel you anymore.