that mourning

addicted to your toxic love.
You left me today exactly a year ago, but when I looked out of my window
this morning I saw you.
Is it really you? Does this mean our story hasn't found it's end yet?
I'm a fool for wanting you and still loving you and you know that.
You've blinded me with your toxic love, but will I finally
find my way out of my imaginations of you or will I
find myself back in your arms?