Can I be your priority,
Just for even a day?
Rather than being,
The other option always.
Can I be your first thought,
When you wake up?
Not just another name,
In a rapidly fleeting moment.
Can I be the one you'd remember,
Even when you're busy?
Not just someone you need,
When you're just bored.
Can I be the one,
You'd call first in any situation?
Rather than being,
The last in your contact list.

A/N
And thus I used to write about you,
I never knew when you had become my muse too.

But sometimes love seemed so hopeless at sight,
That my own thoughts started giving me fright.

Love is like a drug.
It gives you pleasure.
You're addicted.
You try to break free,
Ignore, stay aloof.
Give up and move on.
But when love ensnares.
We've no choice
But to succumb
To it's deadly poisons.

A/N
I felt addicted to love and couldn't tear away,
I knew you were there to listen but what could I say?