He is a drug.
He's my addiction.
I know he's bad.
But he's my cure.
People say he's a cheater
But why does it matter
I don't care if his love is a lie.
Atleast he remembered my name,
Even when the closest forgot.
Atleast his heart had a place for me,
Even when the dearest abandoned.
09-02-2022
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