It creeps up,
Silently,
At first you think you have control,
But then the flame burns,
And you can't control passion,

I think I'm addicted,

Not to a substance,
It's not like you assume it to be,
Not a substance like liquid or powder,
Nothing is that simple for me.

Addicted to the ache,
The ethereal beauty of you,
Such a delicate warmth,
That crept up on me,

Blind to potential,
The foreboding,
Now I am burning in the fire,
Trepidation set sail,

Addicted to a person,
A person who longs to be set free,
Time is a healer,
I pray it will heal me.

~LC~