It’s late, and I’m still thinking about you.

​”I am addicted.

She is my bottle of vodka.

She is my cookie crumbs.

She is the eighth colour of my rainbow.

The colour that’s everywhere,

Except inside the rainbow.

She is my three A.M.

The three A.M. pain I write about,

And the three A.M. calls I don’t make.

She is my happy ever after.

The happy ever after in a fairytale,

In those tales for my three A.M. kid,

In those stories for my four A.M. demons,

In those lullabies for my five A.M. drowsy eyes.

She is my sushi.

She is my ‘one eyelash – one wish’.

She is my 11:11 ‘Wish, please come true’.

She is my cigarette.

Here’s the fucking problem.

I’m addicted.

And she’s my nicotine patch.”

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