A clear addiction

Just got to new york, haven't even checked in yet....I feel like i've been traveling for the past 48 hrs... or maybe i have!!?
Oh well reflective moments dont know when it is right to hit... so allow me to share a few experimental thoughts i had on the plane;

May i convey that:
I could be addicted to anguish and pain..
I could be addicted to earning a lesson through sorrow...
I could be addicted to attracting the "can't haves"...
I could be addicted to you.

I could be addicted to the feel of remorse..
I could be addicted to the need for forgiveness...
I could be addicted to a place i once knew...
I could be addicted to you....

I could be addicted to a forbidden thought...
I could be addicted to a challenge once shot..
i could be addicted to a dream never fought...
I could be addicted to you...

I could be addicted to a burning tear...
I could be addicted to a defying fear...
I could be addicted to letting go...
I could simply be addicted to you...

No grand conclusions here, except that i could well be unforeseeably and unreachably really addicted to you....