I'm addicted
not to drugs or drinks
not to cigarettes or pills
not to parties or sex
I'm addicted to art
to expressive writing
to deep and meaningful poetry
to pastel paintings
to detailed drawings
to pirouettes and pointed toes
to melodies and belted notes
to the radiance of flowers and nature
to smooth strums of ukulele strings
to sweet songs of piano keys
to pink ribbons and blue bows
to old record players and silent films
to intricate braids and twists
to soft sweaters and denim jeans
to swirls of unique fingerprints
to the perfect fit of intertwined fingers
to white shutters and cute houses
to the silhouette of your nose and lips
to pearl earrings and parasailing
to long car rides and group kareoke
to the changing color of your hazel eyes
to sold-out concerts and blasting music
to the melodic sound of your laugh
to zigzags and polka dots patterns
to motorhomes and sleeping in tents
to diamonds and jawlines
to favorite bands and crop tops
to the rhythm of your breathing
to puzzle pieces and photographs
to the pictures I trace on your skin
to the sunlight and dew drops
to real friendships and all-nighters
to waterfalls and swimming strokes
to the rise of the corners of your mouth
to the sparkle in your eyes
to captivating books and adventures
to beautiful sunsets and sandy beaches
to snow angels and sledding trails
to muddy quad rides and green trees
to your voice and your words
I'm addicted to art, to beauty, to love, to happiness, to fun, to life, to you
