All my life,
I have been good.
Ive always stayed out of trouble,
always done my homework,
never cheated,
never lied,
and always stayed away from drugs.

But what if you are the drug that I cannot resist?
What if I crave you too much
and I just can't stop?
What if its too late now
and theres no turning back?

I know its too late.
You're in my bloodstream.
You have those eyes--
those eyes that make the wisest souls foolish
and the strongest ones weak.

I'm addicted now
I cannot quit you.
I am utterly addicted to your soul
and there is no rehab for that.

You stopped saying goodnight,
so I stopped sleeping.

You stopped saying sweet dreams,
so I stopped dreaming.

I know it makes no sense.
You are the sun
and I am the moon
and we were never supposed to collide,
but now that we have,
how am I ever supposed to forget
the one that illuminates me?

I can feel you
slowly
s
l
i
p
p
i
n
g
away.
You're strong
and I always knew you would fight for a while,
but everyone walks away at some point.
I knew you would last longer than most
but I'm not foolish enough to believe in forever.
Even forever expires.
It always does.

In the end,
there may just be too many bridges to burn
and not enough fire to burn them.

He cringes
because he knows she only smiles like that for two reasons:
when she's talking to him
or when she has drunk so much that she's forgotten her name--
and they sure as hell aren't speaking.