you called me your princess
you cursed me with your words
i was enchanted under your spell
i never understood what was so different about you
was it the way you taught me how to cope with loneliness?
or was it the way you made me feel like a paper mache doll drying in the heat of a hot day
maybe it was how you put the wool upon my emotionless eye sockets
i was completely blinded by the feeling you gave me
back then i would have done anything for you
i remember the night i cut too deep and took too much vicodin
because you wouldnt talk to me on the phone
or love me inbetween the lines
i never ment to get so attached
like super glue to a piece of glass
i guess its just my disorders
perhaps its my relentless daddy issues and masochistic thoughts
were back to being friends again
were back to the spot i wished we could be at
platonically holding hands in the dark behind the foodlion near my house
texting until four am talking about how much we hate our lives
id live for you
id die for you
but most importantly
id get better for you
and thats exactly what i did
i healed myself to amend our friendship
i missed the sweet scent of your manipulative lies
and the way your sociopathic mind lined up perfectly with mine
