Love Addiction

I'm addicted to love, no doubt about it. I get lost in the art of it, but I somehow find a home within it, creating a comfortable loophole that's perfectly fit. For me. For me, love was always that one thing that kept me alive inside. The adrenalin feeling keeps me aware, only making me want more and more and more of it each and every day and who can stop me? Love can apparently. I'm addicted to love. It guides me through my daily routine, functions my body like I'm a piece of old fashioned machinery. Kisses and hugs has a hold on me, blocking reality from my mind, making my imagination expand of this fantasy ; a picture perfect relationship. But who wouldn't? Fantasies of you and I. You and I, and I . I am addicted to love.