Addiction

She craved his attention like a spoilt child

And she couldn't help but physically ache 

If she didn't hear from him.

She knew it was ridiculous

But the cravings wouldn't pass

And they just kept getting stronger.

His presence was her form of a junkies heroin

And she just kept getting more wasted and sicker

The more she used him.

Whenever she saw him her internal tremors subsided

And she could finally breathe again

But until that moment she didn't know she was suffocating.