Addiction

I’m addicted to him
Not in an obsessive way, or even in a sexual way
I’m addicted to the way all my problems and anxiety seem to fade away when he is around
I can be having a total meltdown
And when he grabs my hand
                         I’m relaxed
He’s my medicine
(Who am I kidding? He’s my drug)
He saves me from myself
Not every secret is bad
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