I have searched for the way,

I can get you to stay.

Still no matter what,

I feel like a drugged out slut.

But I'm not supposed to care,

Because I am lucky you are even there.

Now your act is getting old,

My feelings are not like drugs and can't be sold.

I tell myself what to do,

I don't have to wait around for you.

Yet I see you and it makes me happy,

Like when you answer your phone for me.

Maybe one day I will score,

And get you to care for me more.

Just like some people crave drugs,

I'm addicted to only your hugs.

By: Susanne M. Martinez