You're my bad habit.
You slip into my mind for no reason.
I'm addicted to you.
It's like you stained my mind with nicotine and my throat with addicting blotchy hickies.
I want to give you everything you want but my mind screams to be selfish.
Because are you mine? Or do I think you might one day be mine?
I know I'm on your mind too.
I'm your little bad habit.
When you chew your fingernails and they grow back.
When you stop shaking your leg for a second and it's like an itch you have to scratch.
Our kisses our toxic.
Our bad habit.
I wouldn't mind it killed me.
