a feeling I should oppose,
yet here I am,
residing under your breath
as I fall right in.
inject me into your skin,
let me be your fix,
the one you confess to
when you close your eyes.
you’re the drug
and the cure.
your voice
chillingly sweet,
dripping like bittersweet incentives,
a dangerous kind of comfort.
a sedative pull that drags me
intoxicatingly closer
even when I know I shouldn’t.
soft as a confession,
as steady as surrender,
a quiet ache I can’t shake,
a touch that feels like giving in
long before I realize
I already have.
because loving you
isn’t a choice I make
it’s a habit I wake up with.
and I don’t know
if I’m healing
or just learning
how to live addicted.
Apr 10
Apr 10, 2026 at 10:54 AM UTC
a feeling I should oppose,
yet here I am,
residing under your breath
as I fall right in.
inject me into your skin,
let me be your fix,
the one you confess to
when you close your eyes.
you’re the drug
and the cure.
your voice
chillingly sweet,
dripping like bittersweet incentives,
a dangerous kind of comfort.
a sedative pull that drags me
intoxicatingly closer
even when I know I shouldn’t.
soft as a confession,
as steady as surrender,
a quiet ache I can’t shake,
a touch that feels like giving in
long before I realize
I already have.
because loving you
isn’t a choice I make
it’s a habit I wake up with.
and I don’t know
if I’m healing
or just learning
how to live addicted.