Does it process in your mind at all
that I am not a rubber band?
I do not have a limit but you are constantly trying to push it,
and when you notice I am not breaking, you push harder
And it really makes me wonder
are you really trying to hurt me?
I open my chest and mind to you
I let you tinker with  my breath, my heartbeat, my thoughts
And yet some maleficent part of you wants access to even more?
You've taken advantage of my trust
and you've purple bruises on my body
the same color as the red wine you sneak out of your parents cellar
I should've known then you had the heart of a thief
and that you would continuously try to steal away my breath
But I did not think you would be so cruel
as to steal it away when I needed it most
You are slowly turning me into a drug, your own personal addiction
But I am not a pill or a cup of NyQuil you can swallow
I've always felt bad for those addicted to drugs
Those who no longer do it just to get high
but use because without them...
their body shakes and the earth quakes beneath their feet
And every day until their next hit is a headache
An irritation you know well
and can only soothe by ******* the life from me with your kisses
I've always felt bad for addicts but know that I know
what it's like to be a drug
I feel even worse for them
I'm pass the point of washed up
and just tipping on the edge of used up
And this is your indefinite warning:
If you do not leave me now, it will all end in a night
Because I will crash and drag your addiction ridden body with me
It's no longer a simple game
because you've turned this love into a hall of pain
Nothing can be the same