Addiction

  

I stare at my phone

Stupidly craving your attention
Your words
I savour like a child with candy 
Your textual kisses
Melt my insides
I know it’s idiocy
The phone vibrates
My excitement peaks
Only to be disappointed again
For your texts are carefully rationed
Like medicine, controlled
With me, the junkie, madly craving my fix.

Copyright Blackheart Dec, 2012