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Addiction

Doll myself up for you,
I'd even sell my fucking soul
to see that smile directed at me again.
As if on cue,
You know this as I start to speak.
With that one look,
You take all the courage I've built up.
Making me nothing but weak.
Something about the twinkle in those eyes,
It eats at me,
Making me give everything to you if you'll take it.
You are my addiction,
My drug of choice.
I need you to breathe.
But, it seems,
You're always about to leave.