Addiction What's this thing you call love? Does it include me - - Ever obsess over something so undefined? Every thought of it brought on by thoughts of you and vice versa two ideas two concepts linked, almost genetically. Seems like it's been that way since birth even conception cuz it's a bad habit I just can't kick. This love (whatever that means?) must have run through my blood while still in the womb Even now I rely on it. Giving me the high to get through the day yet harming me simultaneously causing breakdowns of emotions and nerve cells. Making others wonder Why I can't just let it you go. They say the mention of you makes my spine disappear and it's true I admit it. I openly acknowledge my obsession. But even if I could, quit, that is I don't know if I would. Although I rarely enjoy this weight that lies on my chest constricts my breathing causes pain through the pumping of my blood But the perks just holding your hand the sound of your voice the softness of your ears seems to make up for it every time. This need won't go away on its own And if dropping contact completely wouldn't kill me, I'd consider it. Maybe.