You asked if I ate tody,
I said yes, of course.
I lied.

You asked if I've cut recently,
I said no.
I lied.

You asked if I was ok,
I said yeah, I'm fine.
I lied

You asked me if I was happy,
I said yes, knowing it would make you happy.
I lied.

They always said,
"Drugs are bad, don't do drugs"
Then they said,
"Drugs **** people."

Yet, they failed to mention,
that love was a drug as well,
that love would eat you up slowly,
killing you, nevertheless,

Love was my drug,
I got addicted to your love,
You were my dealer,
and I was nothing but the addict

Broken, shattered, life filled with pain
Lonely, forgotten, eyes filled with shame
Lost, confused, heart filled with hurt
Praying, longing, for life not to get worse.

Unfortunately I:
[] Fall to fast
[] Crash too hard
[] Care too much
[] Forgive too easy
[] Wait too long
[] Miss people I shouldn't
[] Worry over nothing
[] Overthink everything
[] Am too complicated to be loved
[x] All of the above

You are filled,
with so many mysteries.
Yet, I am drawn to you,
more and more each day.

Maybe it was meant,
to end this way.
Me, head over heels, while you are just fine,
But I can't help but think,
Maybe it wasn't,
Maybe I am giving up, all too easy,
Is that what it is?