i'm addicted to their attention.
i can't stop hoping.
trapped in the high.
they're the nicotine in my brain.
one leaves,
and another follows,
because i'm hopeless
and won't let go.
the chase for the next high
is the best part.
get my hopes up,
then tear them down.
i'll never give up,
the heartbreak feels just as good
as the first kiss.
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Lovesick
Romancepoems and short writings about how love, mental health, & trauma all play a part in being lovesick and infatuated
