I met you
and I thought
that you had to be
the answer to
Everything

your dark hair.
your eyes and your smile.
your temptress smile
(your forbidden in
more ways then one.)
I was addicted

I called you my answer
You called me your Love
....but for an answer  
you asked too much
that I couldn't handle

I'm still addicted to you
because, as my grandma would say,
I haven't liked someone that I didn't love
and it's hard to give up
something so good

you deserved better
but you were blind to it
so I told you No.
and My Answer was wrong.

Sometimes it's better to be wrong
so that you can learn how to be Strong.