Is it possible to become addicted to a person?

Just one?

The mere presence of this singular entity is able to ignite passion, desire, want, need, lust, always just one smile or a single gesture or the way they laugh at the simplest of things. A heart filled with kindness that smoulders with a hidden lust, nothing sates it not at all but it can be pacified for a while at least.

Do they know? Do they sense the sin buried deeper inside, that coiled around the soul seeking a release? Do they? Such questions that were never asked by the person themselves, they often wondered what they had done to receive such adoration. Yet they knew what they were and always did their best to discourage it, for all it takes is just one simple smile and they're hooked. Hooked on the drug, there's no going back not until they're destroyed. Its not their fault they can't actually help it, the science of why can never come close and will just leave it as unexplainable.

So many unanswered questions that lay before them, most of them would never be answered in this day and age. The drug causes addiction in everyone around them to the point those effected lose all sense of self, they would do anything just to get one more hit no matter what it is. Clamouring for the next fix in order to feel like themselves once more, always at their heels half begging and half demanding. There's nothing to do but to give them that smile, that kind word, that soft touch of caressing fingers, occasionally have the lustful dalliance that their own needs actually require. Yet such forays in to that pool only make things worse, to the point they have to cut them off in order to regain their own sanity.

What if the drug became addicted to another like them? Another who is a drug?

Ah the disaster that would follow the two colliding, the drug finally knowing the full impact they have on others. Feeling the intensity of need for that one person practically consume them, clawing at them only to be quieted for a few mere moments in their presence. Without them the darkness comes in and the feel of being restless settles in, that they wander in circles hopelessly so and with a sense of irony know this is how others feel. It can't be helped none of it can be helped, they can't control it neither of them can but they crave one another. Maybe at some point it will wear off one can only hope that it does before all reason spirals away, no thought except for their drug alone no desire except for their drug. No wonder the two would lose all sense of purpose unless they're together, there's no cure for this particular drug or at least none that anyone has come up with.

The ultimate destination to such wonderful ruin is of course destruction, their life forgotten as they remain forever lost in one another.

How ironic then to know what you do to others, just by a mere thing no one can control.

Are you a drug?