My Addiction

I'm an addict, and my drug is love. The feeling of falling hopelessly, slowly, carelessly in love with someone gives me a rush and experience that I can't explain. I crave that love that sucker punches you and leaves you breathless and when love hurts it turns me on in such a way that if love were a man, he would be my constant in my bed. I want that love that starts wars, ends tragedies, divides a house and brings a family together. I love hard, deep, quick and with such an abandon that I marvel at how my heart still beats with all the love I have given away. I love so much that there is no room for hate. I am addicted to love and in love with love; even though love hurts and walks away from me, I cannot hold myself back from drowning in the abyss of her whispers or keep my breast from craving her touch. Love has left my bed cold and alone; I miss wrapping my legs around her heat and passion, of being held in her embrace. But it won't be long because love is never far, she is even more jealous than I and refuses to share me with cynicism or indifference. She will hold me close again, and I can't wait to begin that deep, hard, fast fall into the arms of love...