My Curse, Your Addiction

A contemplation... I seem to attract people, and then never be able to give them everything they want from me... And somehow that hurts me, because I want to give them what they want...

I think I’m a poison…

The predator drawing in her prey

Hypnotic eyes and smile they say

Then hooking my victims

Like I’m a drug and they need a fix

The more they get of me

The more they die inside

Then I want to take it back

But it’s too late

What’s done is done

And they have to heal themselves…

It’s not really fair what I do to them

I really don’t mean to either

I warn them…

Most of the time anyway

Sometimes I don’t see it coming…

Why do I do this?

Why was I given this gift

This curse,

To draw people in

And never be able to give them

Everything I make them want from me…

This is my Curse, and your Addiction…