You're still in my body.
But not in the way I used to crave.
And maybe sometimes, if I admit it to myself, still do.
The detoxification process is a slow, torturous road.
I still watch your expressions.
The many faces of you.
Maybe I read them all wrong.
It's not my fault
I fell in love with a parasite.
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 9:23 PM UTC
You're still in my body.
But not in the way I used to crave.
And maybe sometimes, if I admit it to myself, still do.
The detoxification process is a slow, torturous road.
I still watch your expressions.
The many faces of you.
Maybe I read them all wrong.
It's not my fault
I fell in love with a parasite.
