It's a sneaky addiction.
I think I'm fine, then
A few words spoken
and I'm down on my knees again.

I think I've evolved
but as it turns out
I'm the same little girl
desperate for love,
only willing to draw lines in the sand.
A wave of your words
can erase them.

Mold me into
whatever fits best with you.
I'll stay in position
'til the pain is unbearable.

Maybe longer.