Poetry: Addicted

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In my almost fifteen years of existence, I have had seven boyfriends, 

and countless crushes and obsessions. 

And i finally realized why

i am addicted

i am addicted to hand holding

to my head on his shoulder

addicted to first date butterflies and 

nicknames for each other

while Sherlock Holmes gets high off of solving cases and crimes 

i get high off of 

love

being loved

and loving

i am addicted to the moment they whisper 

i love you

i am addicted to when we tell each other

what we love about each other

even though it's always the same

i love how funny you are

how smart you are

your eyes 

even though i need that was all bullshit 

they didn't understand love

how could we at age

six,

seven, 

eleven, 

fourteen

i am addicted to daydreaming 

seeing them after school

stealing jackets

i am addicted to being love

because i cannot love myself 

it is easier to look at someone and believe they are perfect

and they make you feel perfect, too

but then

the high turns to a low,

i turn bored and move on

to a new addiction. 


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