You called me your booze and said you were addicted to my kiss
But maybe you were more addicted to the way cherry wine stained your fist.
You called me your gambling problem and said you were addicted to my chips
But maybe the cards that you loved were from the blue deck that stained my lips.
You called me your guard dog and said you were addicted to my defense and attack
But maybe I should've realized your last dogs ribs were mysteriously cracked.
You called me your favorite book and said you were addicted to discovering me like the Greeks
But maybe you were more addicted to the smeared ink hidden on my hollow cheeks.
You called me your drug and said you were addicted to my high
But maybe you were more addicted to the fingerprints you left on my thigh.
I called you the love of my life and said I would always loved you whole
But maybe I should've realized there were parts of you that always needed control.
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-Bell
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Corrupted Thoughts
Poesíacor·rupt kəˈrəpt/ verb 1. cause to act dishonestly in return for money or personal gain. cause to become morally depraved 2. change or debase by making errors or unintentional alterations. cause errors to appear in
