In the beginning, I liked the thought of you, even though you were a little strong.
I consumed you like coffee, my eyes glazed with sugar to disguise the bitterness you naturally had
I watered down your negativity with milk and creamer, making it easier to swallow the truth about you.
Now, I try to avoid you, your harmful towards my mind, making me think I'll need you again, like an addiction I finally got over, something I don't want to go back to because one more touch, and I'll be hooked again.
You were my addiction, the one I finally got over.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts exposed
PoesíaA poetry book compiled of my latest poems for within the last year.