I remember the first time I laid my eyes on you. You were a
vision to the eyes.
You had that vain smirk upon your lips and for some
despicable reason it got me. It was obvious from that moment
on that you enchanted me for good. I was yours for taking.
Another desperate soul captured by your arrogant smile.

And of course, being the exploiting person that you are, it
didn't take you long to collect. After numberless smirks
sent my way through the night, you came up to me, placed
your hand at the small of my back in a way that made my
whole body shiver, and whispered in my ear: ''I think you
should come home with me''. Just like that. No introduction
needed. No delicacy. You just assumed I'll do as you say,
probably because you always get your way.

What irritates me the most is that I did. I came home with
you that night. I couldn't resist you for some reason, and
you knew it. And you took great advantage of it. You could
smell the desperation all over me.

I kept coming back for more and more. You were addictive.
You were my drug of choice. I knew you were bad for me, but
I didn't stop. I was like a kid sucking a lollipop;
realizing it's bad for my teeth but wanting to taste it
desperately.

Every time you needed something; relieving tension, or you
were having a bad day and needed a human touch, you'd call
me. And I'd come running.
My loyalty was not retrieved. When I was having a bad day
and needed you, you were nowhere to be found; you were busy,
hanging with your friends or family, working, everywhere but
with me. I didn't mean enough to you for you to actually
dedicate time to me when there wasn't something in it for
you.

It's amazing how you find yourself tied-up to the things
that make you feel the worst.