Perhaps
You were infatuated
Perhaps
You were well-situated
Perhaps
It was the ease and comfort that allowed you situational hurt
Perhaps
It took precedence over your sanity
Perhaps
Relational humanity is nothing but addiction

Is said love an affliction to the heart-- or merely some anomaly?
If the heart is meat of veins and chambers with purpose of pumping blood,
How has it grown a monopoly over the presence we call "love"?

Perhaps
The heart is just an *****, and love is just a term
Perhaps
It describes the judgment lapses of the synapses that fire in your brain--
Those associated with the dopamine ejected from *******
Perhaps
The enamored, that are happiest, are with some conviction
For, love may be the prettiest addiction.