Perspective of the addict 9:46pm

(To the girl i hurt, i’m sorry. Maybe we will cross paths in better days.)

The nights consumed my of poisons,

but yet you were something like a breath of fresh air

…sunshine on all my rainy days, you made me feel like something more.

You-

You were something so clean in a world so toxic

but

i’m sorry i hadn’t learned to love something, unless it hurt me.

-you’d never hurt me.

Drugs and alcohol, yeah.. you were right.

they consumed me, but my mind still ran wild, and you chased it

-chased it only to find the demons behind it.

only to find if you stayed, they’d drag you down with it.

and maybe

maybe you didn’t know it was the devil you were dancing with

or maybe you did, in hopes that the pureness you possessed would once wear off on me.

like maybe, you’d love me enough in efforts to make me love you back.

like love

maybe love could be the next thing id become addicted to.

 

i dug this hole so deep sobriety, wasn’t the person you fell for.

So i shut the doors the you once opened

took away the key to my mind and told you to move out.

told you, this was not a place to call home

because

the vacancy in these halls would only bring uncertainty.

so- maybe ..I did hurt you..

but to me

you were something like a flower i decided not to pick.

I hope you understand this.

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