addiction

the innocence seeping out of my eyes and into his skin,
sending tingles in tiny streams.
he's yearning to taste my fragile heart,
fighting himself.
he loves me.
he loves me not.
fingertips deriving whether or not i care.
yes is my eyes.
no floating off my lips.
having lingered he's slipping away on the rivers of my beauty.
it grows inside like a monster too strong to be caged,
escaping from my face.
he has gone melting into me, making an us.
the thing he tried not to do.
lost forever in my soul.
strung out on me.
forever coming back for more.