I was addicted.
The sweet things you said.
The way you looked at me.
The way your eyes shined
The way your laugh made me smile.
I was addicted and I couldn't get enough.
You had decided I had way too much.
You stopped smiling.
You never looked at me.
Your voice stung me.
You eyes turned a steel, cold gray every time they glanced at me.
You were my addiction and you wanted nothing to do with me.
You closed the door on me.
Cold turkey.
Cold hands
Cold heart
Dead brain.
No mind
Lost
Wondering where we are
Where is everyone
Why am I so empty.
Oh right withdraws
Oh no. It's starting.
The shakes.
The trembles.
The anger
The rage
The pain.
The tears.
Why did I ever lay in bed with you.
Why did I ever get addicted?
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ØVERTHINKING
PoetryØverthinking leads tø fear. Fear leads tø anxiety. Døn't knøw what's inside øf me. F A L L I N G Everyøne has their demøns. Søme møre than øthers. These are mine
