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Love is a Drug

What does it all mean?
Love. The fix.
That's all I command of you.
Without my precious love,
I shall shrivel up and die.
My life's blood that I live for.
That's why I am here.
But you're not.
And where are you,
When I need my drug the most?
Gone. You left.
There are other dealers in the streets.
In the market for some love of their own.
Their smoke might be bitter;
It might be as sweet as yours.
But they all do the same job,
In the end.
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