addicted to the light

Just another nonsense poem I wrote. 

addiction flows through veins
     like the rush of a midsummer's rain
        down the river.

and addiction cuts deep
     like a knife in the heart
        or worse in the back

but some addictions aren't fueled
     by pipes and needles
        rather by the head and heart

so we love what we love
     and over time
        we let it kill us

love: life's greatest upper
     heartbreak: a fast acting depressant
        withdrawal: the absence of love and heartbreak

because in life we want to feel anything
     so sometimes pain is a nice reminder
        that we're still alive

but something this sweet
     it wasn't made for moderation
        it's an everyday kind of drug

see, your smile couldn't kill me
      or else I'm certain
         I'd have overdosed by now

so lend me your hand once more

      I promise any suffering I face

         was worth it tenfold

you see I'm addicted to your light

      the light that brings me back

         and heals me at day's end