I’m addicted to himNot in an obsessive way, or even in a sexual wayI’m addicted to the way all my problems and anxiety seem to fade away when he is aroundI can be having a total meltdownAnd when he grabs my hand I’m relaxedHe’s my medicine(Who am I kidding? He’s my drug)He saves me from myselfNot every secret is bad
I write… When the thoughts swirl too much in my head. Because I am afraid to say things out loud. When there is no one to listen. Because I hope one day you'll read my words. I write because I know no other way