[Written July 14th 2010]
How can I help myself,
Because I'm starting to fall.
I don't know where but,
My name is being called,
And I feel addicted.
I want to feel whatever,
Whatever I can.
Even something new,
Something I don't understand,
And it gets me addicted.
It makes me want it,
Want to know enough.
Of what this is,
Whatever I need like love,
And I become addicted.
It's so unnatural,
The way I feel,
The way we are,
How I have no fear,
And I'm almost addicted.
How I see you look at me,
How it just feels right.
Whenever we talk it's great,
From good morning to good night,
I get addicted to you.
Keli Mims
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/addicted-46/
