crave

Crave 

Its like a drug, sometimes I miss it,

But once I quit, I knew I had to quit,

I can’t go back on what ifs,

Make up stories of myths,

But the cravings whisper to me,

Make every hair stand and I see,

Its a feeling I miss,

But I gave it up for happiness and bliss,

Its a craving ,

Ive been slaving,

Instead of controlling,

It was tolling,

in my head,

In bed,

In life,

The sharp blade of knife.