I should have ran while I still could,
Should have stopped and turned away from where you stood.
But your light burned,
And I got hooked on you like a drug.
When people like me ask for advice,
They only get a shrug.
So I sat and let you roll the dice.
Like a junkie, I craved you,
Though of you, and believed in you.
Like a junkie, I knew you were bad.
When they tried to take you away,
I got very, very mad.
That's when I knew I couldn't fall prey,
Not to you, or anyone else.
I am longer a junkie,
No longer craving for your touch,
No longer craving for you.
[April 16, 2017]
YOU ARE READING
Lost Verses
Puisi[It seemed unfair to just delete these] Lines to a story that never quite reached my tongue. (These poems are all mine. Please don't steal, cause that's rude af and you'd probs see me in hell for that, like you could just ask bro, no need to steal.)
