At some point i realized i had to move on. I didn't want to but you made me. You told me that you didn't love me anymore, that i had to move on. So i did, the problem is now you're back... saying that you never stopped loving me, that you did it to protect me. From what? From you. I'm such an idiot though, i should have seen it before. You were dangerous, oh so dangerous. I love it though... that feeling of finding comfort within danger. You gave that feeling to me and i took it like a drug. I over used it and now i'm addicted but once again you were gone. Leaving me with an addiction.
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Letters To You
PoetryThe words that are never spoken are usually the words that need to be said