You submerged me in opioids,
Then left me helpless and hurting.
I trusted you too much
Loved you too much,
Or maybe I'm just too optimistic...
Why did you do this to me?
I'm an addict now.
Craving any and all relief
That can numb the pain you left me with.
You always said that being in love
Was equivalent to being high...
If I love too much will the pain go away?
Or simply worsen?
You tricked me,
Abused me,
Played me,
And used me.
Iwon't be left by you again.
YOU ARE READING
Pessimistic Imbroglios
Poesíaa collection of personal poetry that has allowed me to grow and move on from my past.