I wish the way you used to look at me was a drug I could overdose on, then I could get lost in the only world I want to be a part of. The world where your stare was the reason my body could move. The world where your lips was the reason I could breathe. The world where you were the reason I lived lives and spoke words.
I wish I could over dose into your stare and never come back. Don’t ever keep your eyes from me, the withdrawal could destroy me.