Addicted

April 25, 2010
By Anonymous

I’m confused about what I want from him
I want him badly that I can’t live him alone
He’s like my drug, my heroine and I can’t leave him because I’m addicted
When he hugs me I get a chilled down my spine
When I looked in his eyes I can only see me
I could talk to him about everything and he won’t get tired or bored from what I told him and the only person I want to hold is him and him only.
Cause I’m addicted


The author's comments:
The thing that inspired me about this poem was a boy, I felt like he was my everything. I thought that he was the air that i breath.

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