He's like a drug;

he keeps pulling me back.

He's like a drug;

he keeps drawing me in.

As much as I want to,

I can't stop falling.

He's like a drug,

and I'm addicted.

Addicted to the way he looks

the moment before his lips touch mine.

Addicted to the feel

of his breath mixed with mine.

Addicted to the taste

of his devastatingly soft smile.

He's like a drug;

the way my heart races when he's near.

He's like a drug;

the way he's gentle yet rough.

I want to run away,

but I always run to him.

He's like a drug,

and I'm addicted.