You’re a drug,
One that I go back to for comfort
When nobody else fits the part
And cover the ruptures.
You’re my person.
I allowed you know me to my deepest extent
To later on regret it because withdrawal
Turns in reverse when rehab no longer
Helps me forget,
That I am addicted
To the only drug that fulfilled
My needs once I’m high,
But hits me hard when realizing
That my so believed reality was just another
Once upon a time.
You don’t deserve me,
And I apologize to myself
For not being observant
That your lack of presence
Was equivalent to my midnights
Moonlight crescent that
were full of tears and antidepressants.
05.02.19