Do not open my veins again just so you can crawl into them and diffuse yourself into my bloodstream. I can’t let you be the drug that keeps my heart pumping and my breath flowing anymore.

On the nights where the air was thin and I’d been smoking like the world was going to end you wrapped yourself around my thoughts like a python suffocating it’s dinner.

But the difference between you and a snake is that they digest their prey. Slowly, giving it their undivided attention. You never loved me enough to swallow me whole. You opened me up and feasted on the parts that you liked, and maybe that’s why I can’t function until you return to finish me off.