Loaded Cs

Eyes once again bloodshot, I looked like the regular druggie they'd labeled me as.
All I wanted was for him to pick up. To talk to me. To love me.
I hadn't heard his voice in over a week, and it hurt. This intense want, coupled with a horrible case of the flu and topped off with all the workload stress finally caught up with me. And for half an hour I cried and I cried and I cried.
I am so alone without you.
I need you. I really do. And I don't want to be without you.