52 weeks of positivity (kinda)

Addicted

I was addicted to you
Everything felt like a drag that wasn't you
But the happiness I felt with you was a bit artificial
You were never reliable
Maybe only one good conversation a week
The rest of the time: I felt lost
Like I could float away on a sigh
I was addicted to the feeling of being useful
Of helping
You've got to admit I helped a little
On days 1/7 I could turn your frown
On it's head
That's why we had to break up
As the drug never tells the user
"You should quit it's bad for you"
And sometimes I catch a sniff
My eyes will follow you around the room

I forgive you
But I'm still angry
But if you wanted me back
I'd probably say yes
And that's why I ended it

If it was clear to you that breaking up would solve your mental heath problems
Would you do the same?

I hope your happy
I have my butt out so you'd be happy
I hope it worked

Can I have my zooble back
I only gave it to you cause you guilt tripped me
I wanted to make it work

Does your girlfriend still lie to you
Your such a bitch
I feel like a refection
CAN YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE

I argue, beg, smite
With the you inside my head
Testing out every senatrio
That will never leave my lips
You never reply
Never offer your apologies, your reasons
You just stand there, still, silently
As that's the best case scenario
All hell breaks loose when you open your mouth
But I still keep talking to you
It's my nicotine patch

Notes
It's going, found a friend on tumblr to talk about ^ with so there might be less poems on this topic in future. Hope you guys are having a good week :)