I've heard of how..
People think they're in love
because someone else
says all the right things.
How poisonous
these things could be
that swept through them
how they were like drugs
so addicting
in the worst way.
And my god
I was in love
with the way you talked
and the things you said.
I craved you
like a druggie
craves a hit.
I needed every dose
Like I needed oxygen.
You were my heroin
A fucking needle
stuck in my lungs.

The End

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