Addicted to Lust

Addiction is a cruel memory

I hate the way you make me feel,
I hate the fact it isn't real.

You come and go as you please
And say your good-byes in times of threes.

So laid back and cool as ice
But too cold to suffice.

I want your warmth, I want you heat,
I need it every time we meet.

Your toned chest and chiseled arms
And all your other charms.

I think I'm addicted to feeling this way,
I wish I had it every day.

But I hate the way you make feel
Because I know none of this is real.

The End

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