I used to be addicted to what I thought was sweet. You.
I used to be addicted.
I drank up every word.
I used to be addicted.
I needed you everyday.
I used to be addicted.
You made me happy.
I used to be addicted.
Until I learned the truth.
Now I slowly wean myself from you,
But I find myself slipping up sometimes.
I used to be addicted.
But then I dropped you.

YOU ARE READING
You, Me and the In Between
PoésieA book of poems that ignite from my nightmares; drown in my thoughts; and blossom from my salvation.