Addicted to you
Everyone warned me about the drugs on the streets, the alcohol in the last pantry on the left, the pills in the bathroom cabinet, and the dangerous products under the sink, but no one, not even one person, warned me about the drug with hazel eyes and a heartbeat.
They never told me I could get addicted to looking into those eyes, seeing this smile, and memorizing the sound of this voice. No one told me my body would move to the rhythm of that heartbeat. No one told me I would know every single move in advance.
No one told me this drug, was the most addicting. No one told me it was the most deadly either.
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