Addicted to Hannah

I traced your footsteps through a forest of pithy pickup lines
until the sun slipped below the horizon.
I left another message, but you’re never around.
I see red delusions of insecurity bubble within.
I placed roses in the bath she soaked in.
A bit much?
I got it.
It won’t happen again.
Cross my heart and hope to die.
It’s not like I’m capable of lies.
You can’t blame me.
You made me an addict for you.
I’d knock on every door and scale every mountain
to find what I couldn’t live without.
You.

(© 2020 AC)

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