Addicted to You. Poem by Olive

Addicted to You:

It rests in my hair and has made a home in my pillows.

I hate to admit that I’m addicted to you.

But I need to stop, because I know you’re horrible for me, but I can’t stop.

I text you to come over so I can have another hit.

But soon enough I’m going to have to sober up.

So I’ll enjoy the high while I can.

Olive Smith Quiana