One day you took away my desire
and then I became a slave to it,
unable to focus on anything else.
I was begging for love
like it was a life and death situation
and maybe at that moment it was.
Maybe I needed you to kiss me raw,
make me forget the burn of heartbreak
and take away this numbness.
But you are just a placeholder;
I need to get the lust out of my system
so I can move forward.
You are a substitute for the real thing
while I mend this heart in your arms
hoping it isn't beyond repair.