FOUR WALLS - Anna Shumate

"ironic isn't it?"
Her fingers move the black hair out of my face pulling me closer toward her by my cheek.
"What?"
I ask not meaning to sound just as naive as i did. she lets out a innocent laugh.
"Before i met you i thought i had tried all the drugs in the world but then i met you and became addicted to the strongest of them all"
her ring clad fingers brush over my bottom lip pulling it with her as her hand ventures down towards my neck.
"i would sit there and watch you all, i would see you watch me, secretly analysing me trying to figure me out, trying to pick me apart when i'm reality you wanted so much more than to get into my head"