Addicted

I am so heavily addicted to your words.  When they are directed towards me I feel this swell of passion, compassion, longing and love. Directed towards others and I feel a twinge of pain, but pride.  I hate sharing your words, I want them all to myself.  I want to bury myself in every thought you have, every nuance of every sentence.  Oh, and yet – I want to see your words fly.  I want them to reach the corners of the world and come back to you, homing pigeons sending your love and comfort, and bringing you back all the assurances I can not give you.

My words seem so small next to yours.  My words are fragile where yours are strong!  My words are meaningless where yours are iron-clad.  Your words create change, change lives.  Your words changed mine!

I wish my words were enough for you.  I wish my words meant more to you.

I wish my words could change your life.  They try.

And now, even my words are addicted to yours.