Addicted

We are not friends. We can’t be friends. The attraction is too strong, or we’re just too weak. Either way we are not capable being friends.

You kiss me with passion, hard and forceful. You pin me against the dresser. Touch my lips to yours. You infiltrate my thoughts, my daily life.

I hold my breath and beg for time to stop.

I want you.

I want you in shameful ways. Forbidden by our circumstances.

We are nothing more than familiar strangers that fall into old habits because it is familiar.

Familiarity can mean nothing more to us. We need to stop and … I can’t.

I can’t not want you.

I can’t forget you ever existed.

I can’t leave you in the deep recesses of my mind.

It’s the same story, time hasn’t changed anything. Right and wrong have no home here. Our actions exist, but in private we can pretend as if it is the same as drinking coffee.

I don’t love you, but I crave you.

The same as craving chocolate, but in reality you’re more of a bad drug.

The high doesn’t last.

It flashes by.

Left wanting more.

Always wanting more.

More passion, more adventure, more everything.

And I will never get what I want

Just parts, just enough to keep me hooked.

You are my drug and I am addicted.