Depressing poems and shit

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Why?
We were so happy.
And then you saw her

Sitting there open mouthed with your jaw to the floor.
I watched my happiness, our happiness, swirl down the drain.
I truly do love you.

Was this all just a joke to you?
Was I just someone to help you get back up after you fell?
Just so you could fall for someone else.

Am I not enough for you?
You finally got rid of the one who hurt you.
And then you speak of her.
I don't want to hear what will hurt me.

You are my poison.
A sweet, sweet skooma that pulses in my veins and tells me that I need you.
But you don't need me

I have to have you.
My withdrawals are getting worse to the point they might kill me.

I'm in need of rehab but I refuse
I refuse to admit that I need it.
I refuse to admit I'm addicted to you.

We don't talk anymore.
I'm glad.
I don't have withdrawals that threaten to murder.

I'm free of you and the pain you inflicted on me and my heart.
I'm free.
But am I really?