Back To You How is it that you have been able to infect my heart like a cancer, killing me from within, yet you fill my heart with hope and love like a cup running over with water. When you become addicted to drugs, you can never get enough. You always want more. You are my addiction and you fuel and provide my fix when you laugh at my jokes or look at me with those brown eyes that tell me how special I am, and I always come back for more. I try to forget you but my heart is bound in handcuffs and held captive by your smile. But you look at me in a way that pierces through my very being and whispers into my soul, "I love you, just not the way you want me to yet". "Yet", I always come back for "yet". I feel like a child whose ran away from home and later comes to their senses and ends up right back at home's door. You are what coming home feels like, and I always end up back at you. But I don't want to go home, I can't stay in love with you anymore.