Maybe it was the warmth I felt in your arms and in your lips that made me forget the stone-cold heart beating out of your chest. Or the pleasure you gave me that made me forget the Pain you stabbed through my heart. Or the warm memories in pictures I glued back together after tearing them apart. I don't know what it was about your crooked smile and your wicked heart that made it so difficult for me to leave. I was addicted to you. You were a drug. No matter how much you destroyed me I'd always come crawling back for more. I'm in recovery now and I'm stronger than what you have made of me. I don't crave you anymore. And I'm glad I can finally find a new person to adore.
