Conflict.

I’m addicted to the smell the touch the taste.
I addicted to the way you waste;
my time my whole life alone.
You took my heart but not for show,
you kept it secret let no one know.
You’re ashamed of me,
and now you try and say sorry.
But I’m not your toy not a play thing.
The way you tried to hide me was humiliating.
My inability to talk or argue back;
you took advantage of this well known fact.
You knew without me saying, without a word.
That I adore you more than anyone in the world.
I’m addicted to your despicable behaviour,
addicted the fact you blatantly say you aren’t my saviour.
You play your cards; you’ve got a full house.
You’re the cat whilst I’m the little mouse.
I cant keep on with this Rhyming scheme ,
so to me it so seems,
That I give up..
I love you.