When I see the way your eyes light up, I feel myself falling for you more.
I feel myself slipping into the darkness when you’re mad. It frightens me, but I’m too distracted to run.
The brush of a hand, or touch of knees between us makes me insanely nervous, especially when you notice and do it on purpose.
You’re my addiction, you’re like a drug and I need another fix. I notice the way your lips tilt up when you’re trying to be serious, and how you slightly grab my hand walking past me at work.
My addiction to you is strong, but yours to me is stronger.