Heroine.

Just that one kiss made you fall in love,
so deep this 'love'...
it makes lying seem to be the only way you can achieve another kiss.
The love you're ashamed to show your family,
because you know she's a wreck,
but she gives you what you want.
And she just wants someone to love her.
Nothing has to be real because death is the only real part.
It hasn't even happened yet, but mentally,
you might as well be six feet under,
because you seem to be in heaven.
The worst solutions seem to be the best choice.
You kissed her again, didn't you?
You're eyes are glossy with overwhelming feelings of what seem to be love,
your hands are clammy from butterflies,
and you're smiling for no particular reason.
You're addicted.