ADDICTION

Bad habits.
Is it my fault that I can't quit?
Something's pulling me deep within the realms of this drug.
His love.
And it's crazy, I have no intentions of ridding myself of this addiction.
But at the same time, I realize that I need to.
Sometimes I want to.
But hey, what can I do?
This drug is starring me right in the face.
Every single day.
Which causes it to stay on my mind.
Constantly calling me, enticing me to get it.
And I want some of it, no lie.
Every drip drop I can get.
At the time, it doesn't matter how much it is.
All I need is a bit.
My fix.
My morning medication is what I like to call it.
So when I'm near him, I inhale him.
Sucking up this drug that has me addicted.
His love.
Yes, I know I need help.
And I understand it's not good for me.
But I can stop anytime I want to
But the question is: Do I want to stop?
I feed my addiction, making it grow.
The stronger it gets, the harder to let go.
It's my favorite drug.
His love.
He knows what he's doing to me.
He's my personal drug dealer.
Killing me softly with his remedy.
He practically throws it at me.
Shoving it in my face to make sure I know that it's available.
Yeah, he wants me to stay addicted to his love drug.
So then, I could be his customer forever.
I know his arrangements.
Yet, I help him move the plans along.
Making it seem like it's okay to keep me hooked.
I can't blame him, for I do this to myself.
But then again, he's not trying to keep it from me.
He wants me to want it.
And like a child offered candy, I'm happy to take it.
This drug. His love.
This shit is so damn dangerous for me.
But I can't seem to listen to what my mind is thinking.
Or what my heart is beating.
What my friends keep saying.
Cous my thing is: I take the drug, then cry it out of my system later on.
But it's an addiction.
I can't let it lone.
It rushes through my veins and my body needs it.
It feeds off it.
My drug.
His love.
And it's crazy.
I'm damn near bout to overdose.
If I don't rid it from my life for good ain't no telling what might happen.
I might become his customer for good.
But lately, I don't know if I'd mind that.
Damn this addiction for clouding my commonsense.
But I can't free myself of his love.
My drug. My addiction.