Addict

I am
to him
like 
a drug.

A hit of ecstasy,
sniff of cocaine,
better yet
an inhale
of his sweet
Mary Jane.

 I
seep
deep
into his
brain.

My
love potion
#9
makes him
wild--
he borderlines
insane.

Addicted
to me.
Exactly where
I knew
he'd be.

But
don't blame me
for his
addictive
behavior.

Tried to
warn him
from the start
that my love
was too
much
for one
to savor.

So now,
just do me
this one
favor.

Breath in.
Breath out.