It is detereating me slowly and it messes me up that you can just leave because I can't just leave. When I said I was addicted to you I was telling the truth, your like the lighter getting my cigar ready to fill my lungs with smoke, you're slowly were killing me but baby it tasted good at one point
YOU ARE READING
teenage fools
PoetryI write poetry about life, death, love, hurt, depression, and basically everything.
