"Maybe one day I could fly with you."
It only feels like I’m only delaying solving the issue by being happy.
Some people get addicted to alcohol
Or biting their nails
I get addicted to people
I got addicted to you
I got addicted to the enthusiasm in your voice when you talk about music
The warmth radiating off your body when I was snugly molded into your side
I got addicted to your imperfect smile and the feeling of your lips
I got addicted to the way you said my name
I didn’t want to face the effects of withdrawal
You are by far worse than any drugs I could ever take
…..I guess I’m happy with where I am now
I don’t deserve to be loved back.
Sometimes I see my parents together and my heart breaks a little, because I know I can never have the kind of privilege they have.