What has been said is true
love is like a drug. a habit turned into an addiction. a mind morphed into believing different. creating a vulnerability where there was not one before
me falling helplessly for you
was not a choice. from beginning to abrupt end i was in love with you. defending the excuses and only to unconsciously cripple my trust and splinter my kindness. where the wasted time and loose hair pins held what was left of me then
there is no doubt that what we had freezes the live fire i n my because i cannot get over the drug you were to me.
-8:19:18
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You
Poetry"You"- meaning the you personally and You aside from me. This book talks about the You individually and going through times when you are your own light but, also when all you see and when all you feel is darkness. The You I dream about and need and...
