first.

it is love or neediness?

sitting alone,
looking at the full moon tonight,
drinking my drink,
remembering every moments that we have.

you were the drug,
because after years- my mind still addicted to you,
but do i really addicted to you,
or i am just so needy now?

this neediness leaded me to the wrong side of the world,
i met another dangerous drug,
the most dangerous drug in love,
i took the drug and almost kill myself.

-at