The internet

I want your breathe on my skin.
I like to know that you are close to me,
Sharing with me my sin,
A longing for more
Than digital confusion
Digital injections
Confessions
And a shared apathy of the world.
I want to taste what your lips can't tell me.
Behind closed doors
Where no one can hear us,
So I can infect your mind and roam free
Inside there.
I am not scared.
I am scared.
You are sweetly poisioning me with your
Cunning ability to type
What I need to hear before
I fall for you once more.
Quickly it's years later
And I am
Addicted
To the internet
Because I want to stay connected.
I need rehab from you.