His eyes,
His hair,
Just him,
Him everywhere.
He is an addiction, and I am his addict.
Attention.
The addiction needs attention.
And I feed it to him.
Captivation,
Infatuation,
Desire;
He has poisoned me with these unjust feelings, weakening and engulfing me,
being with his own.
Enrapturing me with his spiral of lies,
Hypnotizing me with his venomous touch,
He lured me in his clutches by whispering words which were uttered with nothing but lust.
And no matter how much it hurt, I enticed back yearning for his touch, for his touch was an irresistible poison- an addicting drug, that I will love when hurt.
Addiction
