Love is a beautiful thing when it's done with the right person. It's too bad that I've never had enough sense to pick the right ones. He was the worst, yet the best I ever had at the same damn time. He had taken every amazing quality I ever desired in a mate and every negative trait that I had ever denied about myself and dressed it into a really good looking mess. He brought out some of the craziest emotions out of me and with that brought my poetry. I had found myself lost and confused in a battle with my mind and my heart. I documented that exhausting battle in my first poetry book, The Chronicles of a Love Addict - A Collection of Poems From a Love Junkie.