I am suffering with an addiction.

I am suffering,
With an addiction.
Itchy skin,
And sweat soaked brow,
Creases on an empty head.
A need for fixation.
What happiness is there?
What happiness is this?
Overspent longing.
Long forgotten smiles.
Silent clutches in the night,
Stolen kisses now gone.
“Empty houses are lonely”
And my heart is an empty house.
And my head is an empty house.
And hands, eyes, feet, teeth,
Empty houses too.
I am suffering,
With an addiction,
To you.
But you don’t fix me,
Like you did.
I don’t think,
You want to.
No sunrise, no sunset.
No clouds, no sky.
No earth, no heaven.
Just empty houses,
And lost silence.