Here's my unhealthy desire
For a tortured relapse
To retreat back to you
And the daunting past
You're worse than any intoxicating capsules
Any suggestive prescription
Something so obsessively taunting
My fatal addiction
A surreal high is not enough
Not even a daunting buzz
When dissecting and depicting
You and your "just because"
I'd prefer to wash you down
With the bittersweet taste
Of smooth, strong alcohol
For which memories are replaced
I retire any other nightmares
With a title less than you
A medication cabinet
For my infinite flu
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A/N: 1.7k reads ahhhh! That's so weird and cool and... anyhow... thank you all very much (as I've said before, mainly close friends). I've been trying my best to channel stupid feelings into good writing (don't know how well it's worked haha) and I've also been attempting better description as always (meh) :)
