addicted_to_you SleepieCloud You can pretend that your healthy and whole. You can pretend to ignore his very existence. You can pretend to be indifferent to his words, or his presence, or his touch. But the truth is you're his. Maybe he knows. Maybe he doesn't. It doesn't matter. You resent the claim. You're not the kind of girl that waits around. You've got a life and friends and lovers. And they don't touch that place that he does. Maybe it's his smile. Maybe it's his biting sarcasm. Maybe it's the way he looked at you one day five years ago. You don't know. You don't care anymore either. You just keep pulling. You're playing tug of war with a steel post. He doesn't even have to try. You get angry. You get mean. You hack and you hurt. And maybe he doesn't understand, but maybe he does, just a little, because he doesn't want this either. We never asked for this. We didn't work at it. We never tried at anything in our lives. We let a great big ocean of feelings and instinct wash us on any shore it wanted. We turned Que Sera Sera into a science. Into a lifestyle. And here we are. And I'm not your only friend, but when you're stuck you call me up. And you're not my only friend, but when I'm lonely its you I look for. And the thing, the terrible awful thing, is that this isn't what we asked for, but it's what we got. We can't get rid of it without making an effort and we can't make it work without an effort. Would you really try for this? 081216 ... unhinged circle_of_addiction the_circle_of_addiction addictive personalities can become addicted to anything. when he told me i had one, i resented it coming from him. but the fact of the matter is part of me still loves him, because he made me feel happy once. love is the first most powerful drug. everything else after that is just a pale substitute. 081217 what's it to you? who go blather from