My own shadows

Meeting you was the death for my haunting shadows...

Your several times told me I was the perfect storms;
Compared me to the intensity of nature.
You became the impure habit I craved for every night,
The blue pills in my drawers always waiting for me to fall.
Honestly, every step closer to you
Felt as a dagger in my machine heart.

You carved wounds in my arms,
Leaving doors open in case you wanted to ruin me.
My heart couldn't hold on to the lighting,
My soul shrank in the despair of times.
You always gave me the longest goodbyes,
But the most tender comebacks.

You doomed our pasts,
And now every piece seems bleaker.
I was naive, I was captivated by the dust of your skies.
I drowned, and I couldn't learn to reach the outside.

-Habits