His Spanish accent seems to flow off his lips like rose water and honey
The sugary sound of his lies and the salt from his troubled past tastes like something you’d get at a carnival
Sticky and sweet
His eyes the color of burnt leaves  
And the bronze of his tossled hair
Makes me want to lunge at him with all my force
Makes me want to demand for his love
Makes me want him to forget about his darkness and love me with all of his inner being
To be consumed by him
To be his everything
But
That can’t happen
Because the only thing he’ll ever love are his addictions