Christina Gorican

It's Love That Stresses Me

My lungs are filled to the brim with smoke, I inhale each one until I choke.But it's love that stresses me. That's why each time I fold, I crumble under this addiction.I feel the minutes with each fixing, to rid of this habit there's one thing I'm missing.Your kiss.To end this feeling it's hard to breathe, when I can't see you my eyes burn because I can't see through the smoke that leaves my lungs.The kiss we never shared leaves me undone.This shred of humanity is left on the brink, each time I miss you it gets harder to think, so instead a new addiction I decide to drink.With each burning gulp my liver dies, what I wouldn't give to look into your eyes.I miss what we had it's so overwhelming, but the truth is, I'm still dwelling on our past experiences what we used to have.I hope these current addictions will help get me through my main addiction, that's missing you.