You’re my personal supply of dopamine

 I have come to realize, I'm an addict,

I crave your attention when you're near,
I wait for others to leave, so i can pull out my phone and get my fix,
A simple reply is enough for me,
to smile and sink into my chair.
You're my personal supply of dopamine and I'm addicted to how you make me feel.
Seems i can never get enough, even when i have you here,
But does that mean it's not real?
Once you're gone, i go through withdrawals.
I get frantic that you're not close,
I panic as the hours go by,
And I'm left without your voice to soothe my soul.
So i sit back and wait as my world seems to slowly break until you message me,
And dopamine hit my brains,
Yet again!!