#WritcoPoemPrompt104
When are my musings about you going to come to an end? When will my longing for you be fulfilled? You have no idea how much this bothers me, what you thought I would be thrilled?
You're love is like an addiction, just like crack or meth, or booze,
and honestly I find it a harder pill to swallow, because I didn't get to choose.
You snuck under my skin so smooth, before I even knew it, I was a full blown feign,
strung out on your affection, the worst you've ever seen.

© SavDee