Worst addiction

My worse addiction,
More harmful than smoke
Craved his sole affection,
It still remained cloaked

More toxic than alcohol
His fingers would turn;
Making me his personal doll;
Against my skin would burn.

Was it his care for me?
Was he my mistake?
Did he mean to set me free?
Watch me choke in his wake?

Oh, how he held me tight,
I had to give in
Gaping my lips wide,
He made me sin.

A sin darker than night,
Makes my skin crawl
My heart beats, my brain continues to fight,
Yet, 'mine', him i call.