Your skin.
Your touch.
Your smell.
Your smile.
Your voice.
Your look.
Your swagg.
Your stubborness,
&& your ignorance;
tempt me in the greatest and strongest way possible. So much that at times I find myself wanting to give in; wanting to have that feeling and connection we once shared. Your like crack and I'm the addict. Each hit I take makes me worse and worse; it kills me faster and faster, but yet I keep craving more.
His eyes.
His lips.
His face.
His body.
His confidence.
His kindness.
&& his respectful attitude
makes him the irresistable man one dreams of. Scared of this change for it may become my new addiction. If I take a hit; can this new drug make me feel like the old one did? Can it make me feel better than the old one did?
I'll never know unless I take that chance. I'll chance my happiness for ecstasy, and that crack for something that can do the trick.
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