Addicted To

What are you addicted to, love?

That’s what she asked.

And it all poured out:

I’m addicted to people;

To the buzz of my phone;

To getting strange texts

Saying “Are you alone?”.

I’m addicted to surfing

And Facebook and stuff

But whatever I get

It’s just never enough.

Did it come from a lack of enjoyment with you?

No it didn’t, I love you,

It came out of the blue.

So I’m checking and checking

And checking again

My addiction destroying

My life and my Zen

And I’ll tell you a secret

If you don’t tell my wife

Oh, hang on… I’ve got a message

I’ll get back to you later with that secret I was talking about.