Addiction

I was the first addiction you had. You craved me, needed me. Every second, every day. One day I wasn't enough. You didn't get the same high anymore. You needed me less and less. Started experimenting. Then one day, you said you didn't need me anymore. I wasn't as strong as the others. I was holding you down. I demanded too much attention. I was a cigarette, something you needed everyday. But that was too much. But her, oh no. She was heroin. Strong enough to not need every day. But also enough to keep you coming back for more.