Sometimes the things we may want the most could end up being the worst for us. Sometimes craving him will only taste good in the thought of what you want it to be but can just poison you once it touches your lips. Every time you think there's a chance of something sweet to come out of it all, the after taste strikes you, but it's still bittersweet. A taste of Absinthe that somehow seems adjustable and for some reason you just can't get enough of it. It's an obsessive addiction one you uncontrollably find yourself overdosing in, consuming it more and more as it slowly kills you. As it burns its way down your throat, seeping into your veins. But the pleasure in knowing its consumed you as much as you've consumed him makes it all the more satisfying to allow this affliction to carry on much longer.