In the beginning you were the sweetest drug.
A kind of prescription I didn’t need to sweep under the rug.
Innocent, and foreign but strangely beautiful,
you had this way of keeping us youthful.
But it was that night in the diner
that now serves as a reminder.
Did you feel the shift?
That striped shirt you wore, I’d gotten you it as a gift.
Now you’re a poison, I feel you in my veins
my chest is aching and these aren’t growing pains.
You were my biggest choice,
and I no longer rejoice.
A lingering regret,
your name conjures a cold sweat.
I’m itching, feeling your hands that were once calming
that now remind me of my hearts bombing.
You’re my biggest mistake,
or just maybe my biggest heartbreak.
Right now, they feel like they’re one in the same
and for all our problems I don’t know who’s to blame.
You left that next morning...
No note, no explanation, I had no forewarning,
only a bitter after-taste
and a broken heart, seemingly laid to waste.