Count your blessings
I didn't expose you
For the vile vampire you are
Preying on the emotional stability of others
You get your kicks from being
The one who's always there
When no one else is
Because you made everyone else disappear
You like to replace people's support groups
And seep into the gaps
Like you're some sort of blessing to them
They should never take for granted
You're the puppeteer of dependence,
But when the strings suddenly snap
What will you do?
How will you feed?
You're done getting your fill of me,
But I wonder what will happen
When you sink your teeth
Into someone just as poisonous as you are
YOU ARE READING
She Felt Like Home
PuisiOriginal Poetry Collection: We don't get to choose who we love, or when we stop loving those who don't treat our hearts quite right. And sometimes, we don't get to change the fact that even if they weren't the one they still felt like home. And it's...
