I think that I may be addicted to you;

Because I'm hooked on those eyes that look past what everyone else sees,
and always finds the little bit of "worth it" that's left in me

And I ache for those hands that electrify my skin with each touch;
that overwhelm my every sense until it's almost too much.

I crave the familiar smell of your shirt when I lay curled up next to you,
with the surrounding peace so comforting it's almost too good to be true.

You are more dangerous than any nicotine
or any alcohol that has passed my lips
Because you always seem to return into my life,
and at least those are habits that I can quit...